Personal Experience: The Chaser

The inn keeper's parlor was the best in town, they told her. His wife was wearing a heavy dress, adorned with lace and a massive broach that she raised a plump hand to touch, as if to be certain it was still there. They spoke of the massive rug, bought from Paris, and the finely crafted furniture they all sat upon. The preacher listened quietly, smiling as though their vanity wasn't a sin, while Mrs. Hartford eyed the dress with longing. Della thought that the dress was tasteless. The lace was poorly made, and the line of the bodice wasn't flattering. The fabric was an odd shade between blue and green, and the woman inside it was far less appealing. She didn't bother to mention that her own parlor had been filled with crystal, and priceless art her father had collected around the world. She didn't mention that her toys had cost more than Mrs. Johnson's gowns, or that she was mispronouncing the tea they'd been served. Not to be kind, not to be deceptive, but because did not matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. She'd given up that life to marry Ben, given up her family, given up her home and her gowns and her education.

When they arrived, Katie opened the door immediately. They showed her the same picture of the gun they showed to John and asked the same question. Katie had no problem going to the safe in the closet leading off the master bedroom where the gun was always kept. They got to the safe, and the gun was lying on the floor right in front of the safe.

“Bread,” he grunted. She handed him a piece, took one for herself. He took a couple of bites before

"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get

Andrea decided not to worry about a stupid nightmare. Later on, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to wear her skinny jeans and white glittery t-shirt with her white converse or her red, silky dress with her tall black dress boots. Eventually she decided to wear the skinny jeans and white glittery t-shirt with her white converse. Andrea also put her hair in a long french braid.

“She sat down on the bed, balancing her sketchpad on her knees. The clothes he’d been wearing earlier were flung across the covers, but the rest of the room was as neat as a monk’s chamber. There were no pictures on the walls, no posters or photos of friends or family. The blankets were white and

“Yeah, that was the last line.” Sammi said, “well I gotta go. I’ll be on my email so just email me if you schedule the next session. See you guys at school on Monday, it was fun.” She adds as she leaves the room.

The man who had helped us was named Raymond Jackson. He left me for alone for some time upon my request.

Lauren: I had some right outside the door; I’m going to go call my parents to let them know we have made it.

“Vanessa! Get your face out of your pasta!” hissed a girl in a pale yellow gown. Vanessa lifted her head and blinked to see a stupefyingly gorgeous chandelier above her; lavish decorations lit up by candlelight; professional waiters trained in the art of table service, and people in expensive outfits. She subconsciously checked what she was wearing and was surprised to see herself adorned in a black dress decorated with diamonds. “Where am I?” she murmured. The girl in yellow answered, “I

“Hey, Chase, do you have any cash I can borrow? I promise I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.”

Diane kisses Paula on the cheek and says, “Thank you guys, this was a wonderful evening, I enjoyed your lovely dinner. I’ll keep in touch.”

"Bye ma, that's my cue!" Tokyo grinned and winked at her mum cheekily, grabbed a hot bun from the tray and ran towards the door. Tokyo and Chloe rode on their rusty bikes to Franny's house which was a k or so away. Franny was throwing a pool party in the afternoon, and every senior from Pinewood's High School was going.

diamond necklace , Vivian was in shock she didn't know what to do. Her friend walks in on

Lauren contemplated buying a white peasant blouse that she had tried on. She looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The blouse was light so she knew she wouldn't get hot in it. She also wore light blue, high waisted, short shorts that showed off her tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. At the end of these long legs were her new light blue Converses. She just couldn't just not wear them. Her dark blonde hair was left naturally wavy, with wisps flying around here and there.