St. Genevieve's High School, 9H
February 22nd 2017
It was twelve o’clock at night in New York City and a brother and sister were lost.
‘What’s the craic?’ asked Caolan.
‘Nothing much,’ replied Chantelle. ‘How ‘bout you?’
‘I’m sweet,’ said Caolan.
They were standing in the middle of nowhere. A man walked past.
‘Here, mate. Do you know the way back to the Plaza Hotel?’ asked Caolan.
‘No, I’m not sure. Sorry,’ said the man, walking away.
Another man walked past. He was tall with black hair and was wearing a black coat.
‘Hey, gorgeous,’ said Chantelle.
‘Woah,’ said the man, stopping suddenly.
‘Do you know where the Plaza Hotel is, chicken?’ she asked flicking her hair.
‘Follow me, babe,’ he said pointing at a black Ferrari parked nearby…
