Jordan Mitchell, a thirty five year old participating in the annual Purge in Detroit, Michigan in 2009. The Purge, an event during which all crime is legalized for twelve hours.
Jordan is one of the best Purgers out there, causing her to be the one...
(Monday, March, 16th, 2009 - Five days till the annual purge)
Today I'm getting ready to go to see some celebrity's manager to talk about the purge, and what not. I'm actually taking the chances to keep this someone safe. I haven't been told who the celebrity is yet, which sucks but hopefully I'll find out soon.
I slipped on my necklace over my neck, and walked out of my bedroom then walked down the stairs. I'm wearing an all black outfit, like usual, and my lucky necklace my brother gave me years ago.
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Before walking out of my house, I put my loose curly hair down from the ponytail it was in before. I opened up the front door, and walked out closing it behind me. I walked down my driveway, and got in my car, driving off to the address I'm supposed to be at.
After a half an hour drive I finally got to the address. I parked my car, and walked into the building. First I was confused because I didn't know where to go, but I found someone sitting at a desk.
"Hi, I'm looking for a Paul Rosenberg" I said to the lady at the desk. The name sounds familiar, but I don't know because Paul Rosenberg is the celebrity's manager.
"What's your name?" The lady asked.
"Jordan Mitchell" I said.
"Down the hall, last room on your left" The lady said while pointing.
"Okay, thank you" I smiled, and walked in the directions she gave me.
I found the room I was going to, and knocked on it. Placing my hands into my pockets, I waited for someone to answer the door. When the door opened I looked up to see, Eminem standing there. I knew Paul Rosenberg sounded familiar!
"Hi, I'm Jordan Mitchell" I smiled, then stuck my hand out, and he shook it.
"Marshall" He lightly smiled back. "Come in, please" Marshall said, and let me into the room.
I placed my hands back into my jacket pockets, and looked around the room, waiting for someone to break the silence. Marshall's manager Paul was sitting down looking at some papers, and Marshall was looking around the room with his hands in his pockets.
"So, the purge. You want me to keep Marshall safe" I said breaking the silence while looking at Paul.
"Yes. If Marshall somehow dies, we're really gonna have a problem because of his fans" Paul said, and I turned around looking at Marshall.
