"Let go of me!" I screamed. Two men in black suits restrained me against the wall of the courthouse.
"I didn't do it! I yelled.
"Don't try that one on us, Melanie" said Vikter, the larger of the two men restraining me "I've met hundreds of people that claim that they didn't do it but in the end, they are always the culprits."
I lashed out at Vikter with my leg, my foot colliding with his crotch. Vikter dropped to the ground, moaning, his bulky hands protecting his crotch from further assault. I took a fighting stance and looked towards the other guard. I gave him a "come at me" look and he obviously realised I meant business, because he stepped out of the way.
"Wimp" I muttered, as I walked casually towards the revolving door, my hair in disarray and my Stanford University sweatshirt starting to stink.
Before I even got half way to the door, two more men in black suits came seemingly out of nowhere and blocked my path to the door.
I turned around to find another two black suits blocking my way back into the courthouse. I hesitated but the black suits didn’t seem to move a muscle.
Before I had time to change my mind I sprinted for the door, dropping down into a slide when I came within five metres of the door and slid neatly through the black suit’s legs, straight into the first compartment of the revolving door.
I scrambled to my feet and pushed the revolving door around to face the busy inner-city street. I ran east down the street, towards the Acer Shopping Mall.
The crowd was thick with late Christmas shoppers; old, young, fat, skinny, they were all stupid people who forgot to buy present’s for their loved ones.
I ran into the thick scrum of shoppers, shoving and pushing everyone and anyone who got in my way.
The shoppers shouted angrily after me. I risked a peek behind me and saw the two black suits barely ten metres behind me. I ran into a designer handbag shop and pretended to browse the tiny purses that cost more than my rent.
The two black suits ran right past the store. I poked my head out of the door and saw them rounding the corner. I sighed in relief.
“Would you like something ma’am?” asked a very posh looking and very old woman.
“Oh. Nothing actually, I was just browsing.” I said casually.
“Well if you aren’t going to buy anything, would you mind leaving the store? We have a certain image that we retain, and you aren’t exactly dressed for handbag shopping.”
She was right of course, I thought, looking down at my scrappy Nike’s and my spaghetti-stained sweatshirt.
“Of course, I will leave. But I would like to inform you that if you want more customers then I suggest you keep your snooty nose out of other people’s business….Oh, and try not to insult potential customers.” I said, walking quickly out the glass door.
To the side were the escalators that led to the Acer Shopping Mall. I hoisted my sweatshirt over my torso to reveal the pink tank-top underneath. I stuffed the sweatshirt into my backpack and leaped onto the escalators. It is safe to say that I got a few odd looks from the crowd.
I went into the adjacent food court and slumped down at a table outside the McDonalds. I was safe now; I doubted the idiotic black suits would find me here.
I am unsure if I am going to continue the story and make it a full novel instead of a short story, that all depends on inspiration. This is just something that I nipped up when I had NaNoWriMo writer's block last night. Enjoy! :)
