Next part in Ballard - Introducing Tracy

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“Tracy, wake up!” said Emily with a panicked tone. My mother will be furious if she finds you napping down her. Tracy pulled her face up from the felt chair in front of her.

“How long was I asleep?” she said groggily as she felt the imprint the fabric had left on her face. Tracy let her eyes adjust to the light and surveyed the old theatre. From this perspective the open theatre with its red chairs and red ceiling looked like a grotesque toothless mouth threatening to chomp down on her at any time; she felt the imprint on her face again and decided that it already tried to while she was asleep.

“I have no idea” explained Tracy “but it had to have been a while for you to get kissed by that chair the way you did. You look like a mess!”

“Thanks” Tracy uttered in an annoyed tone. She felt like her body had been pushed between two rollers and got jammed up somewhere along the way but she did find the will to stand. She did her best to fix her long, tangled, black hair but as usual nothing she did seemed to help so she threw it behind her as one long stream of tangled curls.

“You have to get out of here!” yelled Emily. “My mom will be home soon and if she finds you here I will end up looking worse than you."

“Listen here you little bitch” Tracy said through clenched teeth “Don’t think for a second I care what your Mom does to you and don't forget, you owe me”

Defeated, Emily shifted her gaze to the ground and shuffled her feet, she couldn’t win against Tracy this time but on the bright side, at least she didn’t have to deal with Ballard today.