Love At Midnight

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You are Destiny Stone. You are eighteen years old. Your life is at risk, due to your job. Your job is to do other people's dirty work. You don't care if it's legal or illegal- you just do it for the money. You can't get any other job because you dropped out of ninth grade. Your features are the same in real life.

This story starts in 2038, in Houston,Texas.

*Ring ring* "Hello. This is Destiny Stone speaking. How may I help you?" The low voice replies, "Hi Destiny. My name is Charles. I need some help." " What do you need?" "Well, my friend *was my friend* Sam asked for some money. By some money, I mean 1000 dollars. It's been two weeks now, and yesterday I saw him in a Triveena (A Triveena is a futuristic vehicle. About the same as a Ferrari.). I think he has the money, but he won't pay me back." "Okay, sir. Where does your friend live?" "He's not my friend anymore." " Could you just tell me where he lives?" " Okay, fine. He lives at -----------." "Okay. Thanks. Just let me do my job." I hanged up. Finally, I thought. I haven't had a client in weeks. It's five o'clock right now. I guess I could rest for an hour or two.

*One and a half hours later*

Ahh. Time for business. I walk to the address Charles gave me. Wow. I guess Sam's house is quite small compared to mine. I knock on the door. "Hi. What do ya need?" Sam asked. He was a lot more muscular than I thought. "Oh. Hello. Sorry to bother you. I was just..." Uh.. Shit. I gotta think of something fast. Why didn't I think of this earlier? "You were just..?" "Oh yeah. I was daydreaming. Could I please have a glass of water? I'm running a marathon for cancer." "Oh yeah! Sure. I will be right back." Oh my god. That was close. Now... Where is his wallet? AHAH! Found it. I opened it and found 1000 dollars. Perfect. I heard footsteps becoming louder and louder. I took the bill and placed it where I found it. I hid the bill in my... Bra. "Here you go." "Thank you. But I really have to go now. I'm way behind." I place my hand on the doorknob. "Wait!" Dammit. "I would like to donate." Shit. Again. "Um... I think we are fine. We already raised about 10,000 dollars this month. But thanks for asking." "Okay then..." "Bye!" I opened the door and ran. "Hmm..." Sam thought. "I don't think she was running for cancer. Seriously? Who runs in high heels?"