So, as my gift to all of you, i'm doing a one shot story of Jodi Harte at Christmas. I'm posting it at around 11o'clock at Christmas Eve right now, because it's already Christmas in half the world
So, on with the show right?
Jodi Harte loathed the word. It rested on her mind, and weighed down on her shoulders like the shadow of a greater being. Jodi unwrapped an éclair, and let it slide onto her tongue, as it ventured around her mouth; she thought to herself. People rarely did any business deals at Christmas. They did plenty of promotions, but it was best not to sell out by looking for more sponsors. This is what Jodi called a problem.
It wasn’t a big problem. The leftover money from her scams from January alone were enough to make it through the next ten years, but when there was no one to con, what was Jodi supposed to do? She hated sitting at home, watching the merry people walk by her window with empty pockets but large stacks of bags piled on top of their thin figured bodies.
What does a rebel Kid do when you can’t take money?
Jodi had done it before when she was fifth-teen. She was darn good at it too.
She walked across four isles before making her selection. Sliding the yo-yo up into her pocket, Jodi didn’t even stop to look at it. She held out her hand, letting her fingers brush against the toys, before gently unhooking the yo-you off the shelf, and letting it fall down her coat sleeve. When the isle came to an end, she put her hand in her pocket, and let the yo-yo fall in. She smiled in success, turning the corner to head down the next isle.
When Shoplifting, it’s best not to be picky. Don’t spend long hovering in one area, don’t walk to quickly, just mirror other people’s expressions. When a trolley caught the back of Jodi’s shoe, she turned and smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” She said, while the woman apologised. “Merry Christmas!” Jodi called after her, stepping out the way so she wouldn’t get hit again.
There’s a beauty section, and Jodi ponders down it, swiping a powder brush and hair comb off the sides. She pretends to drop her glove, watching it land on a abandoned nail file. She bends down to pick it up, along with the nail file and puts both items into her pocket. Pleased, she found herself in the centre of one of the food isles, and grabbed a pot of Ben And Jerry's. She paid for that, because while she could easily hide that beneath her coat, it was Christmas, and that was Jodi's good deed for the holiday.
Jodi walked outside, feeling through her pockets, and pulling out a yo-yo. She spun the cord round her finger, and let go of the yo-yo, watching it spiral towards that ground, then pull up again. Jodi laughed, catching it in her palm.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
Jodi Harte turned as the leaning figure raised their arm and...
Haha, yes I'm evil. I'll update tomorrow on Christmas Day, with Part Two, and I'll probably redo this. (My Dad is about to turn the internet connection off, so at least i'm giving you SOMETHING, right?)
I'll be back tomorrow, with a rewrite of this and a new post!