Scarlet pushed the button wearily. “Scarlet, I’m sorry…” Charlie’s messages always started this way. “Save it, Charlie.” she couldn’t help murmuring. “Now what does Kyle want?” she asked herself as the screen blinked “2 new messages.” Scarlet decided to leave those for after a skimpy breakfast of yogurt. Quickly, her dress slipped off, and sweatpants and a t-shirt that read “I heart NY” replaced it.
She sunk into her seat. “Calm down.” Just as those words hit the air, a knock came. Frantically, she looked through the peephole. Charlie. “Leave me alone!” she screamed. “Don’t EVER call me again! I’ll call the police if you do!” She swung open the door. Charlie stood with flowers. “They’re not enough, I know.” he stated. The door was slammed in his face. Slowly, tenants’ heads appeared in doorways. “Hi, how are you doing?” he asked them nervously.
Inside, she changed into The Scarlet Clown. Deftly, she climbed out the window, and landed nimbly on the ground below. I just couldn’t stay away...