Finger Guns

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Next day she woke up with a blistering headache. She really did not want to go to school and face Joseph and his vents. She could almost predict what they were going to be about. How his boyfriend and he were going through a tough phase and fighting the world and its stereotypes. It was exhausting to constantly hear the same thing over and over and never having being heard. It was like she was never even there.

She tied her hair in a loose ponytail and dropped out of the house. Last night was pretty eventful. She didn't want to face anyone yet. Not that anyone cared anyways.

On her way to the university she always had to pass a shady neighbourhood known for its violence. At first her elder brother Freddy was supposed to walk her to the uni which was fifteen-minutes away but it soon became obvious he was embarrassed of that. So a month later it was just her and music. Three years had passed swiftly since. No one ever whistled or paid her any mind. She made sure to always dress in loose jeans so that none of her body would gain attraction in case someone was into medium-sized women. Stacy personally thought she had a very mediocre face that was unattractive so it was not an issue to her at all.

The neighbourhood, called Klinton Village for some reason, was a small place with people of mixed races hanging out together. She knew a couple of them by face. Children roamed the area all the time and if she had a candy on her she'd give them away. The adults always nodded towards her in acknowledgement. She never talked to any of them.

When she passed the place a stale, lanky smell hung in the air. The area was violent because of how poor everyone was and the people being made fun of. Stacy knew the people never lifted a finger unless they were insulted or provoked. It was easy to study behaviour and the thought process.

She saw a middle-aged man running frantically towards her. She recognized him. He had a five-year old daughter called Lily. Her favourite candy was a green lollipop that was too sour for Stacy's taste. Lily loved it though. Lily called the man her 'Dada'. The man always gave Stacy a soft smile from afar and never approached her. She was puzzled why he was sprinting her way with a fearful expression. He seemed to be shouting something incoherent at her.

"BITCH...RUN!"

Stacy thought she heard him wrong. What did he even want her to run from? He was covering the distance between them when a loud bang erupted from somewhere. Blood spurted from a hole in the man's head and he fell on the ground with a thud. Stacy was too horrified to move.

A blond guy held the gun in his hand further away. He gave it to a man behind him and tilted his head when he saw Stacy. He pointed a finger gun and shot at her with a loud laugh. It looked like he was joking but Stacy's brain only said one thing.

Bitch run.

So she ran.

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And so we ran. I'm going to continue with this story hehe.
Currently I have a bad stomach ache for no reason so I think I'll leave without any delay!