"IT'S OVER!" I yelled, then I took my hand and viciously slapped her. She fell to the ground holding her cheek in one hand, her tears falling onto the black pavement creating small little moist puddles of depression.
"Why me she panicked, why do you treat me so bad after you stole my heart and left me breathless". The girl ran away screaming and sobbing while the rest of the crowd looked at me and shook their heads in disbelief. "Don't go off believing her while shes running her stupid mouth off I spit obviously very angered. All I ever did was try and kiss her and every time she would get sooo excited and try and get all snugly with me like a lost puppy. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO???!! LET HER OFF EASY AFTER SHE SLID HER HAND UP MY SHIRT!" I stamped my foot sending a huge cloud of dust up in the air and then I ducked and ran off behind the nearest building. Grr, why do people always go and believe the other person who is crying! They aren't always right and they get away like everything like their the victim just because there crying. I slid down the wall looking at my wrist.
"UGHHH WHY DO YOU PEOPLE BELIEVE SUCH LIES...."
Just then some smuggler came up and punched me grabbing hold of my shirt. He had blond hair and he was wearing a black hoodie with tinted guuchi sunglasses and plain old blue jeans. His eyes peaked out from underneath the glasses giving me an evil glare. Obviously he didn't care who I was but he still didn't feel the need to uncover his identity. He punched me again, blood squirting from my nose spraying us in a cloud of misty liquid. We were soaked head from toe in a dissolved fog of blood. My nose wasn't broken but it might have hit a small artery I thought alarmed and still in denial after some stupid crowd of people were disapproving me. He reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet slipping out all the money and a credit card, he put them back in and waved it highly over his head.
"What are you going to gain from stealing other people's belongings I said pissed. Sheesh dudee calm down, if you had just dumped a girl wouldn't you want your money to clear it up or at least make it so that you don't have to deal with the girl again and pay her off?? You dope, you don't seem to have a good brain, now give me my wallet back I said venom dripping off my words creating a scary scene changing the mood from depressed to ranging hell anger.
"You sucker, mwhahaha I stole your wallet want it back? Sorry I won't give it back easily" he said waving it in the air, and then he threw it down a garbage shoot. I tackled him sending us both flying down the shoot sliding down the twists and turns of every vent and installation. Uh-oh I don't know where this leads I thought stupidly, I slapped myself hard on the forehead. While I'm doomed, I thought as I started thrashing around and screaming.
