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Day 1 → Take your least favorite character you’ve ever created. Put them in a scene that would drive them mad

Joanna stepped out of the car gingerly. Any second now they would see her. They would gasp at her fragility, regret the detestable way in which they had treated her over these past twelve months, and rush to her side hoping for forgiveness. A smile threatened to pucker her lips. She stopped it instantly, lowered her head and drooped into what she hoped was a timid frame. Her whole family would be there. She was certain of it. This was the night that they would realise that they had done wrong by her. This was the night that she would again get the sympathy that she deserved.

The steps up to the entrance of the town hall  were steep. From the bottom Joanna could hear the babble of excited voices. It was hardly surprising. It isn't very often that a sleepy town like Adderfield hosts a world premier with famous people from Hollywood in attendance. It isn't very often that a native of Adderfield hits the headlines of national papers. Panting, she reached the top step. It was common knowledge that a press conference would be held in the town hall prior to the premier. Security precautions had been in place for well over a week.

 A red carpet led from the gardens of the town hall to the concert hall where the film was being shown. No expense had been spared to showcase the town in the best light possible.

As she reached the top step Joanna recognised the young men in suits either side of the door. Riley and Coote boys she reckoned. She nodded meekly towards both and started to walk towards the door.  She could not help but notice a panicked glance between them. The taller of the two stepped towards her.

'Mrs. Jones. You are not on the guest list for tonight. Do you have a press pass?'

She sniffed at the use of her married name. She no longer recognised it as her own.

'It is Ms. Green, and no I do not. I should not need a press pass to see my own daughter's film.'

'My apologies Ms. Green, but without a press pass we can not let you enter the hall. You are not on the guest list.'

He shuffled on his feet, obviously eager for this encounter to be over.

'This is absurd. Fetch me my daughter this instant. There had been a misunderstanding.'

The two boys looked at each other. The taller one gave the smaller one a nod and he reached for his walkie-talkie in response. Joanna glared at the taller boy. Definitely a Riley boy. He was fool just like his father. That much was obvious.

The smaller one stepped forward.

'Mr. Reed shall be with you momentarily, Ms. Green'

'Who?'

'Mr. Reed. Miss Jones' escort.'

Joanna snorted. 'I asked to see my daughter'.

'Gentlemen, what is so urgent that I have been called out into the cold air?'

The boys turned towards the voice, slightly side-stepping so that Joanna could see the tall silhouette by the door frame.

'It is Ms. Green, sir. She isn't on the guest list and doesn't have a press pass. She says she must be allowed inside as it is her daughter's film'.

Mr. Reed looked Joanna up and down. His distaste was obvious even in the darkness.

'Ah, Ms. Green. Your daughter has told me a lot about you. It should come as no surprise to you that you are not welcome here tonight. Your invitation was not forgotten. It was never to be had. Please move along'. He turned his back and started towards the door giving a dismissive wave of his arm.

'How bloody dare you! Don't you know who I am? You can't treat me like this!' Joanna caught her breath preparing for her next outburst. Mr. Reed turned sharply on his heel and strode towards her. He was in front of her in two steps. His pace caused her to lose her breath again.

'I know exactly who you are Ms. Reed. Now let me tell you who I am. I am the man who will not let you hurt your daughter any more. I am the man who will protect her from your venom. She does not wish to see you tonight, nor ever again. I suggest you turn around and head back to your lair or your cave or wherever it is that you dwell. You are not welcome here tonight. Goodbye.'

He spun on his heel and in four steps he was back inside the city hall. Joanna felt her chest tighten. How dare he. How bloody dare he. She straightened herself and charged towards the door. The two boys stepped in front of her.

'Not tonight Ms. Green,, you heard what he said.'

A swirl of purple caught her eye. She looked through the boys shoulder and saw Mr. Reed on the stairwell overlooking the foyer. Beside him, purple gown highlighting her red hair stood Mirren her daughter, and on her other arm her father. The glint of the jewel on her left hand did not escape her. She was engaged. That imbecile was to be her husband. She looked at the scene before her noted her extended family and felt her heart ache. She should have been on those stairs. She should have been mother of the bride.

She turned to make her way down the steps back to the car park. How dare they treat her like that. She was the mother. She had the right to be in there celebrating with them. As she waddled down the steps towards her car she decided that she was going to make them pay. Nobody was going to make her feel like that. They would regret their treatment of Joanna Green.





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