RENATA KELL - FLYING THE COOP

Inspired by her children and grandchildren, Renata Kell is currently enrolled in Full Sail university taking her Bachelor’s in Fin Arts: Creative Writing for Entertainment. Working diligently to master the art of writing and create new and exciting entertainment she holds a 3.8 G.P.A.
In Renata’s spare time she is an outspoken advocate for women and children effected by abuse. She also openly speaks about her own experience with abuse as well as her recovery from medical addiction to pain pills. Renata’s can- do attitude inspired her to publish a book about her experiences with abuse and addiction long before she attended school. She openly admits “In part I published the book because someone said I couldn’t, but ten years later I realize that it was the beginning of chasing my dream.” “Now, I am determined to combine my experiences and my passion for writing to help where I can.”

Flying the Coop
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    A flicker of light luminates the pitch- black foyer as the girls’ creep through the entry way of a modern- day mansion.
    Kelsea holds a lighter in front of her and strikes it. Shayla whips around and grabs Kelsea by the arms.
    “Shh,” “Fucking pay attention before you get us busted!” 
    “Oh, cool your jets,” Says Kelsea. “That old hag has more drugs in her tonight than an elephant on tranquilizers,” 
Kelsea puts out the lighter and sticks it in her pocket.
“You did give her the pills, didn’t you?”
    “No, I’m just going to hope she wakes up as we rob her blind,” Shayla says, throwing her hand in the air.
    The girls slither through the gourmet kitchen and up the service stairs to the second- floor hallway lined with stolen art. They stop at each door and peer in as they go. The first door decorated in Ancient Egypt artifacts, the second in a Roman Empire motif.
    “You think the old woman’s going to hell for raising a family of thieves to follow in her footsteps? Asks Kelsea.
Shayla just stops looks at Kelsea and shrugs her shoulders.


    “You’re sure you can disable the security, right?” Kelsea asks.
    “I installed it dumb ass,” spats Shayla. “You really need to stop smoking pot; you’re getting dumber by the day.”
    “Kiss my ass,” says Kelsea. “Let’s just get this over with.” “We have to be at school for graduation in less than six hours.”
The girls stop at Grandma’s room and peer in. Grandma lay shriveled up in the middle of a four- poster bed.
“Just think, tomorrow the four of us cousins will be on a plane to freedom while the rest of the vultures hover over her rotting corpse to get their hands on her money,” Shayla says.
    “Do you think anyone will know that we have been poisoning her for months?” Asks Kelsea.
    “Do you really think that anybody will give a damn?” “She’s the one who sent Nikki into that setup and got her killed!” 
The girls move across the hall to a locked door. Shayla pops the cover to the keypad and rips the red wire clean out.
    “Just like magic,” Shayla says.
The girls enter the room full of Grandma’s most lucrative scores and make their way to the Picasso on the far wall. 
    “Hello, twenty million dollars.” Kelsea sings.
    “Ten, million,” Corrects Shayla.
    “I still think we should just sell it ourselves and get all the money,” says Kelsea.
    “You know what that FBI dude said; If we don’t split it with him, he will turn us in and then we’ll get nothing,” says Shayla.
    “Fucking thief,” says Kelsea. 
Both girls break out in laughter.

Shayla disconnects a hidden security wire installed in the sconce above the Picasso and removes the painting from the wall. Kelsea removes the painting from the gold -plated frame and puts in the replica. Both girls jump at a crash near- by.
    “What the fuck was that noise,” Says Shayla. 
    “You don’t think?” Kelsea asks. “No, She couldn’t, could she?”
    “Go check it out,” Barks Shayla.
Kelsea moves to the old woman’s door and peers inside. The woman lays motionless. Kelsea returns to Shayla.    
“I don’t know, but let’s get the hell out of here. I’m getting creeped out.”
The girls hang the painting on the wall and Shayla reconnects the security. They leave the room.
    “You wanna have one last look?” asks Shayla.
    “I don’t know.” “What if she wakes up and sees us?” says Kelsea.
    “Really, what’s she going to do?”
The girls stand at the foot of the four-poster bed.
    “Dude, I don’t think she’s breathing,” Says Kelsea.
    “Oh, shit, she’s not,” Says Shayla.
The girls look at one another simultaneously, smile and high five.

    “Take that you old bitch,” Says Kelsea.
    “That’s for Nikki,” Shayla says.
Shayla wipes a tear that has made its way down her face.
    “What’s that?” Kelsea says.
    “What?” Asks Shayla.
    “That,” says Kelsea
Kelsea points to a piece of paper on the bedside table next to a picture of Shayla, Kelsea and three other teenage girls all wearing Capella Family Reunion t- shirts. Both girls shuffle to the bedside table. Shayla picks up the stationary paper and reads…
    “Have a nice flight, Love Grandma.”
Shayla leans in to feel the old woman’s neck just as she lets out her final breath. The girls scream and run out of the room.    




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