Call Brandon's cell phone

From Create Your Own Story

You quickly key in the numbers to the cell phone. Before the bully can even take 3 steps, it rings. Startled, he jumps in the air, losing his grip on the phone.

The phone sails in a high arc... and nearly strikes an emo-looking girl who's walking towards Brandon in the head. She notices the flying phone at the last instant and reaches up a hand to snag it. You walk towards the scene. The girl instinctively answers the phone, because that's what girls do. You put your phone to your ear in time to hear her say, "Hello?"

"I'm trying to reach Brandon," you say with a slight giggle in your voice.

The girl has reached your son. She shakes him and he stirs, trying to lift his body upright. You hear her voice say, "Brandon, you have a phone call." By this time you recognize the voice as that of Emily, a good friend of your son.

You snap off your cell phone and quickly walk the remaining distance to where Brandon is now sitting up. "Don't bother, Emily," you grin.

Brandon looks at you. "Mom?" Emily returns his phone to his pocket. "I think I'm OK. Just a few bruises," He carefully stands up and takes a couple of tentative steps.

The bully who tried to steal his phone starts stalking angrily towards you, intent on reclaiming the stolen goods. But before he can get there, he's intercepted by an even bigger bully, who apparently has a beef with the first one. "I've been looking for you, punk," the second bully growls. A full-scale fistfight breaks out in an instant, and the original bully ends up lying dazed on the ground a moment later. The second bully removes the first bully's wallet and extracts some money. "I'll take that $20 you borrowed from me back now," he snaps. "Now we're even." He tosses the wallet down contemptuously. Before he leaves, he kicks the first bully in the ribs. You sense a fellow demonic presence emanating from the second bully as he walks away with his reclaimed $20.

The first bully, shaken, staggers to his feet, reclaims his wallet, and wanders off.

You are possessing:
Young-Looking, Pretty Mother
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