Chapter 1 of Lissa and her mall

Chapter 1

        The unhealthily skinny 12 year-old stopped her frantic running when she reached Macy’s. She had a high hairline that was no doubt born of the tight ponytail her hair was perpetually tied up in.  Her shapeless, oversized gray-purple sweatshirt swung around as she looked franticly around. She had on straight jeans with worn knees and sun-bleached creases. Her fearful eyes finally found what they were looking for as an overweight, huffing mall security guard came charging through the confused shoppers. The small, but lithe, girl ran the moment she caught sight of the man. The people riding on the escalator shouted at her as she ran through them, accidently knocking down a small boy of about five. She momentarily stopped to help the boy but then caught sight of the guard and ran off and cried

“Sorry!” over her shoulder. She finally found the door out of Macy’s and then ran past countless clothing stores, a couple of restaurants and a jewelry store As she ran towards the elevator positioned smack in the middle of the mall. When she finally reached, after what seemed like hours, she pressed the up button as fast as she possibly could, hoping that it would come before that illiterate man caught up with her, and that when it did come that it would be empty. The glass elevator finally came and -thank god- it was empty. She ran in and pressed the “close door” button before anyone could come in. Then she moved her gaze upward to the “3” button and pulled out her Swiss army knife and began to pry the “3” button off while pressing the “close door” button every time someone tried to get in. After a minute that seemed like an hour she finally got the button off and then proceeded to move one of the wires over so that it touched its neighbor. Her hand automatically replaced the button then pressed it. As the elevator moved past the 2^nd then 3^rd levels she rewired underneath the button again and had just replaced the “3” button when the door dinged and opened to her secret room. She looked down and saw about a dozen security guards staring up wondering where the heck she went. She had baffled them once more. The young tween looked around at her little room and wished she had someone to share this triumph with, for this lonely girl had never had any parents she remembered and had never had any peers, teachers, friends, or any family she could remember. All Lissa had, was her mall.

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