Hmm..well I have been pretty bored and wanted to write a story!
On a harsh winter day a little girl sat on the park bench sobbing intensly. The rough snow had been very hard to see through so the young girl had been lost and very upset. She sat on the bench in a ball waiting for someone she had known from the neighborhood to come and pick her up. Unfortunatly no one had come to her rescue. After awhile of doubtfullness a charming boy came up to the little girl. As his scarf flew in the air he sat next to her and said softly, "Come with me I'll make you feel better." He smiled sweetly and held her hand gently.The little girl nodded and got up. She gripped his hand roughly very afraid. "Who...who are you."
The boy looked at her and whispered, "Why do you need to know?" They walked down the empty street slowly.
"Um...usually people would say that...so I thought I should ask..." The girl lowered her head and then turned around. Another figured appeared running at them.
"I'm sorry about this.." The boy pushed her out of the way and ran away.
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"Mmm...Wait stop..." A older girl looking similar to the girl in the dream laid in a queen-sized bed comfortably. He light brown hair was sparkling within the rays of the sun. She tossed her her left then had her back against the rays of the sun. Carefully and slowly her right eye opened and she sighed, "What happened to him..." Quietly she sat up in her bed and turned to her bedside seeing a picture of her mother and father. She was put in and orphanage because her whole family had been killed by the age of nine. "I have to go to work today to..." Her clothes sat on her bedside and then began changing. While she had been changing a female voice was by her door, "Sweetie are you up?" A light knock had followed shortly after the voice.
"Mmm...yea I am." She finished putting her shirt on and went to her bathroom in her room. In her reflection she had her plain black shirt on and her jean short that went down to her upper theighs. She gently put on her mascara on her eyelashes. Then her grey eyeshadow on her upper eyelids. Lastly she put on her sparkly black eyeliner that she put on her lower eyelid. When she left the bathroom a male voice knocked on the door this time. "Christine are you about do..." In his mid-sentence Christine opened the door. "I am...does the car have gas this time?"
Her foster father nodded and handed her fifty dollars with a hesitate. "Here's you allowance make sure it lasts this time." He glared very slightly then headed to his bedroom which was down the hall. Christine igrnored him and headed downstairs where her foster mother was cooking. "What's for dinn ma?"
Laughing and she nodded no, "Don't talk slang you sound ridiculus. How would you like it if I were to talk slang to you." She set a plate of toast on th table. With another two plaes with bacon and sausage. Then there were eggs and pancakes.
"Oh mom you are so mean I have work." Christine complained grabbing a piece of bacon and scurriedly ate it.
"I'm sorry hunny I'll save a plate of everything for you alright?" Christine nodded and headed to her yellow mustang. She and her foster father had the same tast in cars but not color. He had wanted to get black but Christine wanted lavender so the mother had chosen yellow for them.
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