Friday. 3:01PM. History. As I sit and gaze out of the window, I see the playful cherry blossoms of summer simmer down, and I start to ponder about why I am so attractive. Was it genetics? Was it luck? Is it a bless, or a curse? 3:10PM. I exit the school with profound thoughts of the rise and fall of the Weimar Republic and flatten out my pale red Hawaiian shirt and royal blue shorts. A cloud of smoke and the poignant odour of noxious liquor invaded my nostrils, which caused me to flinch. "My name is Talia, and I have a very large influence with the Russian mafia.", she sneered. My eyes flickered around the outline of the gun and my one thought was "Who wears a trench coat in the middle of summer?" "Sorry", I say, "I'm not interested."
I attempt to press on however she stops me in my tracks, stunning me with an authoritative grip "Well I'm interested, here's my number", she flashes her silenced pistol "You better call, or I'll make sure today is the last day you ever walk with those gay-ass SpongeBob socks. Oh, I can say that coz I am bisexual." She releases her grip. Just then, an ivory limo pulls up and she swiftly enters it with a sadistic grin emerging from her face.
3:30PM. Home. I pick up the phone and start to dial the number...999! Unexpectedly, I hear and ear-piercing screech which staggers my movements. I can see, her fiery resolve as she stands in front of my door, with countless bullets cascading, glass ricocheting spontaneously. I peer over the window only to see her pale sculptured face, steely blue eyes and blonde dyed flared hair giving me a killer stare. Malice and malcontent are the only aura felt. The bullet hail from the mafia never ceased until, at last, the comforting NEE-EU NEE-EU WOOP WOOP HRGHHHH of the sirens. The aftermath looked like a scene out of a warzone, with pools of blood sprawled on all corners.
3:40. Park. A smirk erupted from my lips. "Hey" they chime with only the most elegant of smiles. They toss me an ice-cold Dr.Pepper, and signals to lay my head on the lap I have grown so fond of. As they toy with my hair, I take a sip "Y'know, I'm not sure what life has in store for me, but if it's half as good as drinking Dr.Pepper on a summers day in the park I'll surely be satisfied." They chuckle, "You know it sucks, right? So, anything interesting happen today?" I look up.
"Nah."
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