![]() Chapter 1: Smile!A Chapter by Natalya"You got the goods?" asked the dark figure. He stood as the edge of a dumpster located in a rural alley way. Only five feet away stood another figure; a man in a dark hood and sweat pants, hiding his face. In his hand he held a brown paper bag. Inside contained two pounds of marjuana. The hooded man grinned and looked up at his new costumer, "Yeah, I got the goods. You got the cash?" The dark figure smiled and replied with a simple "yes" as he pulled out the large ammount of cash. As they were about to exchange with each other, flash! Blinded by the bright light's rapid flare, they quickly raise their hands to prevent any more light from entering their eyes. Standing in confusion, the hooded man looked up. Squinting his eyes he could barely see the blurry figure standing upon the brick building. After blinking a few times, the blurry figure became clear. It looked like a man wearing a black hoodie, black sweat pants, black tennishoes, sunglasses, surgical mask and red baseball cap. In the stranger's hand was a Nikon camera. The other man looked up at the figure before him. His face showed aggitation and anger. "Who the f**k to you are?" After saying that, he noticed the camera in the stranger's hand. Looking back at its face, his eyes widened. Before he could say anything else, the stranger raised the camera once more. "Smile!" the figure yelled. After taking a a couple of clicks of the button, it was on its way. Running from rooftop to rooftop. The two men chasing and slowing disappearing in the disance for they were too slow. Laughing so hard the stranger finally took off the disguise. Behind the mask was beautiful true sapphire eyes that brightly glow amongst the moonlight, long dark brown hair that covered her back, and soft light pink lips. Smiling bright she ran down to the police station. At the Balm Police Station, Sheriff John Walson sits at his desk looking at a case file that they are working on right now about a woman who was recently raped by a man from another county. As he was about to take a sip of his coffee, there was a sudden bang from the door way. The attractive stranger from before came barging in and skipping to the sheriff's desk. "Hey, John! Drug dealing on South Herem Street. Got their faces so good you would think they prepared themselves for the photo," said the young lady. "Good job Adira. What would I do without you," The sheriff laughed and handed Adira her pay check. As she looked at how much she was paid, the sheriff became serious, "What is your future plans?" Adira looked at him confused, "What do you mean?" The sheriff sighed at her response. He looked at her with pity and said, "Your young, beautiful, and smart. You put yourself in danger and work at the local newspaper. You barly have enough money to get food while living in that crappy apartment." Adira looked down with sad eyes, "I know what you're trying to say, but I am happy with the way I am right now. I can be free and get a taste of the world. I also know you are worried about my safety. Yes, I am in danger but it is my choice with what I do. You know what happened in my past and I want to prevent the same situation that happened seven years ago," The sheriff nodded in agreement. Both of them sat for a moment thinking about the incident. Adira looked at him, forced a smile on his face and said, "I have to go. I better get these pictures prepared so I can get the story in by tomorrow's sunday paper." They said their good byes and Adira went to the newspaper building. Having the key, she unlocked the door and went inside. On the computer she began to pull up all the photos and printed all of them on the printer. One by one they were put into a yellow file envelope with a story about the situation. During the process she put on gloves to prevent anyone to try to catch her identity through her fingerprints. Afterwards, the envelope is put into the mailbox with it having writing saying, "Concealed Photographer". Adira slowly walked the long way home. Tired from the late night work and exhaustion from running. Opening up the front door, all you could see was a small living room and kitchen. Everything was clean but the furniture looked like it was one hundred years old. The television was small and looked like a plastic box. Walking down the small hallway past the bathroom to her bedroom. The bed was an air mattress covered in stained sheets and a torn blanket with only one pillow. But ceside it was a tiny desk with a lanmp. Walking up to the lamp, Adira turned on the light to reveal the wall of photos. All photos were taken by her but were cut out from the newspaper. Reason why she is not given the credit is because she is to hide her identity from others for she is hired by the law under Balm Police Department and the FBI. Her job is to catch criminals in the act in some of the most dangerous areas. Because of her courageousness and determination she has been able to drop the crime rate in the small city area. Placing her camera down onto the desk, she undressed and put on some pajamas. She crawled underneath her blanket, set the alarm on her clock, and closed her eyes. Before her mind went blank she thought to herself, Good night, Ray. © 2014 NatalyaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 14, 2014 Last Updated on November 14, 2014 Author![]() NatalyaHarrison, MIAboutJust a young teenage girl dreaming about becoming a future author. I hope to spread the word of all the stories that I write. One way I do it is by doing all my rough drafts on wattpad.com I am curren.. more..Writing
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