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i wrote the little story-ish thing...idk..it's not that good...but watever
Through the Eyes of a Passer-By
A typical day was beginning to unfold for me. Walking along on the streets of Chicago, in the not-as-sophisticated area of the city. And yet something caught my eye in one of the alleyways. There was a girl and two men. In the warm glow of the morning horizon, I could make out that the girl was about 5"3, she had dark eyes, shoulder length hair that had blonde highlights in it, and was wearing black. She had gloves on, but the gloves were fingerless. She was calm and collective, though the men were towering over her as an obvious threat. Her hair was the color of her eyes, black, or a dark brown color. The lighting was such that it caught the slivers of golden highlights in her hair and made them shine. All-in-all, a rather becoming appearance.
The men however, were not as good-looking. The one closest to her, was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt with black shorts that cut off right where his calf began. There was a rusty looking silver chain coming from his right pocket. His face was rugged; he had stubble around his chin and above his upper lip. His hair was a sandy color and it looked oily, and dirty. The second man however, was clearly more sophisticated. He had on blue jeans, sandals, and a brand name shirt with white and blue stripes on it. He had black hair and his face was clean.
"So, bent on killing me, are we gentlemen?" Asked the girl, in a calm tone. Clearly, she knew she what was going to happen, knew there was nothing she was going to do about it, and judging by the fact that her voice wasnt cracking, she was going to go down her way, and wasnt going to go down easy. "My, my, arent we calm today, eh?" Barked the man with sandy colored hair. I hadnt realized this, but he had a lit cigarette in his right hand.
"Well, Im certainly not afraid of a brute like you. More or less, I feel an ounce of sympathy that, in order to get your kicks, you must torture young girls who are out with their friends in Chicago. Because in my opinion, thats just down right pathetic. I, for one, dont understand how anyone could sink so low." In her voice, there was innocence, but in her eyes, was fire, the fire of defiance that would break the mind. But in the man's eyes was a different kind of fire; hate. "If I were you, afraid of us or not, I would put away my forked tongue and guard what I say rather carefully; it may make the difference on how I die." Said the second man, who, until up to this point had not spoken.
"But youre not me, and you wont ever be me, so, why does it matter my good man? This forked tongue of mine will and can not be silenced, I apologize for my rudeness, but Im being blunt, and truthful." Then she turned to the man in front of her, "and by the way...Smoking will give you lung cancer. And Smokers are jokers, surely you know that, why, Im willing to bet the person who made that up, came in contact with... you!" I was suppressing a laugh, if she wasnt about to die, she'd have been quite funny.
The men, however, were not suppressing a laugh. From the looks of it, they were suppressing anger, and the man in front of her was letting it out. He took his lit cigarette and put it against her collar bone." Watch. Your. Mouth." He stated, his eyes were narrowed and his lips were twisting in a manipulative smile. The girl flinched but it was hardly noticeable. "Y-you think youre all that and a bag of chips well...news flash; Im all that...and a bag of sour skittles baby, Im gonna make you taste the rainbow!" And with that, she kneed the man in front of her, and brought her elbow into the man with the black hair's face, probably breaking his nose, and ran. Seconds later, a police car pulled around the corner and she was home free. I was smiling to myself all the way to work remembering her smart-alecky comments.
lol, i like writing..but i need to polish up on my skills..