Day 15: A Prologue

So a couple of days ago I said that I was pretending to be an author whilst wondering around the city. Because I have nothing to tell you about, and I don't want to moan about school AGAIN, here is what I scribbled down in my notebook as I sat in a coffee shop, being all author-like (without the good writing skills, of course).

A Prologue of a Non-Existent Story:

"You want to know more about me?" she said clearly, keeping eye contact with the Policeman. The small plastic table kept them apart as they sat in the dark, damp interrogation room. The Policeman was growing ever more impatient.
"What I really want to know is how you did it," he replied, "but it would be nice to know your name. Where you come from."
"I am called lots of things. I have many names. I come from everywhere and nowhere." she said with a cheeky smile, her eyes glowing mischeviously. The Policeman slammed his fist on the table. The tape recorder shook. Her smile remained.
"I am fed up of playing games, Miss!" he shouted, his face turning red. "It's been six hours now. Tell me your name."
The smile had gone, but the mischief still shone through her more serious expression. There was a moment of silence, and then: "I am no one. You don't even know my name. You've got it wrong." she was whispering now, staring at him. He whispered back angrily, spit flying as he spoke.
"We saw you, Miss. We're not wrong. Now stop messing about, stop playing games and tell me. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
Silence.
"Don't you think that life is just one big game, Officer?" she said, all hints of smile and mischief now gone. "Everybody hides behind names, clothes, make up. You do something good, you get a reward. More money. More points. You use these points, this money, to buy things. Upgrade. You laugh, you cry, but in the end it's Game Over for everyone."
Silence.
"Tell me your name, now," the Policeman eventually said through gritted teeth, "and enough with the philosophical crap."
"You're in for a long wait, Officer." she replied, now looking sad. She stared down at the table. The officer muttered angrily under his breath, stopped the tape and left the room. Through the door. Slam.
She was alone again.