2.30 P.M Greene's Greens
Great!
Now I have to write all this over a horrid brown stain spilt by the coco - all because Mr. Oh-I-Think-I'm-Really-Funny wanted to piss me off.
The plus point is now you smell like hot coco Diary.
Okay let me put down a recap of what happened 15 minutes back.
Time Period of 15 Minutes (2.15-2.30)
A young beautiful girl with long black hair sat quietly at her coffee table, sipping delicately at her hot coco. Her eyes, a shade of the darkest ebony, scanned over the few occupants the little greens store held. The girl’s eyes alternated between scanning the room and gazing down at the white pages of her diary. The slim fingers of her left hand clenched at a fountain pen, hurriedly making notes, words forming faster than thought.
A dark shadow loomed behind the young girl, its green eyes gleaming wickedly, its sharp teeth exposed in a devilish smile. The shadow crept closer, standing behind the girl, its lips inches away from the girl's ear.
The girl raised her head, her nose sniffing the air, her face screwed up in disgust. She blinked her dark eyes and slowly turned to look back, sensing a dangerous presence there.
The beast caught her shoulders and screamed, “BOO!”
The girl jumped violently, spilling the hot coco her hand held, all over the pages of her precious diary.
“MARROK YOU IDIOT!” the girl screamed, shaking the diary violently to rid it of the excess liquid.
The beast howled in laughter.
The girl turned to him in rage, through clenched teeth she whispered, “You'll pay for this.”
The beast stopped laughing, his mouth open in shock, his eyes taking on an element of fear.
“Now now Neona!” the beast said unconvincingly, “It was just a joke, you know that!”
The girl reached out to her side and grabbed the first thing she could get a hold on. Looking down at what her hand held, she smiled. It was a huge white radish.
“Hasn't mother told you to always eat your veggies,” the girl said in a high-pitched voice, slowly advancing towards the beast.
The beast cried a yelp of help and ran, the young girl close on his heels, wielding the radish like a club.
She hit on the head.
BAM.
On the shoulder.
BAM. BAM.
On his big behind.
BAM!
And justice was brought to the world of misfortune.
Okay, so that was followed by the Greenes breaking us away from each other, like two kids in a street fight. Marrok stuck his tongue out at me and thumbed his nose (I know, real mature) while I yelled, “LET ME AT HIM!”
Mrs. Greene pried the radish from my fingers and told me off for ruining the atmosphere of the green store. While Mr. Greene told off Marrok for acting off like a piece of shit. (Well, not really).
Anyway, so here I am now, writing in you while I glare darkly at Marrok who is sitting two tables away and grinning at me sheepishly.
Mrs. Greene is walking towards me right now with a fresh cup of hot coco.
“Here you are dear,” she tells me with a smile. “ I brought you a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies too.”
Yum yum cookies!
Mrs. Greene handed me the plate of cookies and bent down to wipe the puddle of coco left by the previous cup.
CRASH!
The plate of cookies slipped from my fingers and landed on the floor with a clatter.
Mrs. Greene looked at me in surprise. But I wasn't looking at her eyes. I was looking at her forehead hidden behind her bangs.
Dead center, was the mark of the pentagram.
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