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...
(Saturday, March 21st, 2009 - Ten hours till the annual purge)
It's purge day! I'm so fucking excited, especially that I'm gonna have someone to be with me this year. It's gonna be successful night, I can tell already. Marshall's coming by earlier than we planned to help Tuba, Priscilla, and the guys their staying with set up for tonight, since I don't want anything happening to them.
Today, also for tonight I'm wearing denim jeans, a black sheer button down with a regular black bar under, a gold necklace under the collar, and a pair of black shoes. My hair, I have it up in a curly ass bun, and all I have on for makeup is a maroon colored lipstick.
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Once I was done getting ready for the day, I headed downstairs into the security room. I made sure everything was in place, everything was working correctly, and tucked a small handgun in the back of my pants.
"If you don't open this door right now, imma break it down!" I heard someone yell, and I turned around looking at the security cameras.
Marshall stood in the front of my house starting to look annoyed, I chuckled, and walked to the front door opening it up for him. His annoyed face quickly changed, and he lightly smiled.
"What do you want, honkey" I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.
"Well I'd like to go, because we're late to going to your friends house, word I can't say cause I'm white" Marshall said, and I started laughing.
"Fine then hoe, let's go if your such in a rush" I chuckled, and grabbed my little black bag off the coat hanger, putting it on my shoulder.
"I'm the hoe? Says the one walking outside her house with her tits showing" Marshall said as I was locking up the house.
"You fucking bitch" I joked, and we got into his car together, pulling out of my driveway.
As we're in the car halfway to Alex's house, Tuba's crush's house. Marshall brings up the topic on what Priscilla, and Tuba are like. So of course I have to lie a little so he doesn't think their crazy fans, like they are.
"So what are your friends like?" Marshall asks while keeping his eyes focused on the road. "Like are they fans?" Marshall adds.
"Not really, they won't like, go crazy" I lied.
"They aren't fans" Marshall asked surprised, but I knew he was joking by the way he placed his hand on this chest, and the way he looked at me.
"Not at all, neither am I" I said sarcastically, and Marshall pulled up to a red light.
"You've gotta be kidding me, listen you've gotta get out this car" Marshall says with a serious look on his face.
