Silver Tongue

Prologue

This plot line was not all my idea, but in fact some of my friend's ideas too. I just wanted to make sure she got some credit too because she doesn't have Wattpad, but anyway enjoy!

"No," Bree lied to the girl that stood in front of her. She placed a hand over her heart. "I, of all people, would never steal."

The girl's name was Fran, Fay, Felisha, or something. "Well I set my wallet right here, and the only person that passed by, was you," she repeated to her for the fifth time. They were going in circles now, and it is getting a bit tedious.

"So you're accusing me?" Bree challenged her. She loves playing mind games with people, it's her favorite pastime. Some girls may like to do their hair, hang with their boyfriends, or go to the movies, whereas Bree loves to get inside of everyone's heads.

"Maybe. But if you didn't, I'm asking you if you saw someone else take it." She was already loosing this battle and confusing herself. She must be weak-minded because confusion doesn't happen until later into the conversations. Not that she minded, but these chats weren't as fun as the others.

"I didn't realize that I was supposed to keep track of the belongings of my surrounding strangers," Bree says sarcastically. She was playing innocent and naïve which was easy to do because she is quite petite with bright green eyes that look like glass. Her brown hair fell all the way down to her waist which completed her looks with olive skin. Those are pretty much the only looks you have an option to when you're Greek.

She didn't take that comment to well. She lowered her voice and spoke through her teeth, "Listen here you little prick, and listen closely. That wallet that you stole was very important to me, it contains highly essential contents that I cannot afford to lose. I need it back right away or else I will report you to the police," she thought something over, "or you can help me find it."

Amused, Bree rocked back on my heels. No one has ever threatened her like that before. Although, she had only started this stealing thing a few weeks ago. She cannot report Bree to the police because she doesn't even know her name, so she simply pat her on the head and said, "Well, You shouldn't have lost it in the first place, so good luck with that." Because she'll need it.

Bree spun on her heel with a smirk on her face and a new wallet stashed in her shirt. Today was a good day with one-hundred and twenty-two dollars now in her possession, and that was only the cash.