GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Part of me wanted to turn and run, but the reporter part kept moving me forward. I forced my legs to walk me through the foggy night, down the gritty street to Lu's Chinese Restaurant. When I stepped inside, I got a shock.
Right away, I could tell from the simple fact that some green-skinned guy in tails was strangling a purple-skinned creature with three eyes, that this wasn't a place to eat Buddha's Delight or Kung Pao chicken. Somebody got their signals crossed about this assignment, and it wasn't me. That, or somebody was out to get this girl.
I probably would have freaked, except that before my dad disappeared, he was a private investigator and he used to tell me stories about places worse than this, and how to hang tough.
Up ahead, a four-piece band swayed to Middle Eastern music that had an other-world twist to it. So far, this was weird and a little scary, something you don't generally see in a NYC restaurant. I straightened my red leather boots that carried my initials in gold studs on the heels, MC for Mira Cunningham, checked the zipper on my black leather miniskirt, and adjusted my matching top.
I so wished I'd worn jeans and a denim jacket with a high collar and a hat with a big brim I could hide under, but this is the real me. Not during the school day, of course. Then I'm a computer geek who wears glasses, baggy tops, and nobody speaks to.