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Cupid and the Clown
Friend or double agent?
Jester
It was quarter to midnight when I glided in a zig zag pattern onto the balcony. A cool summer breeze inflated my parachute just as I landed. I felt myself being pulled towards the railing as I quickly unbuckled my straps. Thick purple drapes blocked my view of the apartment. The vibration of music could be felt inside.
The princess is awake after all I could not help but smile as I tried the slide door. It gave easily. I stepped into the room, remaining hidden behind the curtains. She would never hear me as the sound of alternative rock echoed throughout the room. I touched the bottle of chloroform in my jacket pocket. She would either come with me reasonably or unconsciously. I snuck a peek behind the curtains.
The first thing I noticed was a queen-sized bed littered with magazines and a packet of skittles. My eyes traveled to a girl with jet black hair seated in front of her vanity. Jetta. She was smearing off her purple eyeshadow with a moist towelette. She had sleek hair that gleamed beneath the bright lighting of her room. She also had strong, hollow cheekbones heavily defined with blush. I watched as Jetta peeled away a lavender colored contact to reveal bronze eyes with flecks of amber. They reminded me of a crisp leaf in autumn.
