Cigarettes And Ultra Brite Toothpaste ~kajemac~

2 ~ My Second Frist Time Meeting You

Tw: mentions of blood, violence, slurs

The alarm was blaring. Mac rolled onto her back covering her head with her pillow, groaning in annoyance. She was having the strangest dream. She was at some dance, with...

Who cares she could barely remember, and it was just a dream. She checked her clock.

"Fuck I'm late" she sat up and stomped around her room, looking for her jacket, clothes, and her paper bag.

When she walked out the door, the papers were wrapped in a plastic bag.

"It's raining, god damn it" she whispered, like this day could get any worse.

*~*~*

The sound of trickling rain on the roof top, and the beeping alarm is what kj woke up to.

She turned onto her back, but looked to the right to glance at her clock. '4:40' it read. She was 10 minutes behind her schedule. But instead of rushing and cursing at herself for oversleeping. She layed in her bed, feeling the warmth of the blankets and listening to the pitter patterning sounds from outside.

Her thoughts were surrounding the dream she has just woken up from.

It was a party, probably her bat mitzvah.

They're were people there, people she didn't know. She was dancing with a g-... And it was gone.

Coming out of her thoughts she realized her alarm was still going, so she reached over to stop it.

Getting up out of bed she walked around her room looking for clothes, but ended up just taking stuff from her laundry bin. She grabbed her paper bag from where it was hanging on her door handle and made her way down stairs.

KJ walked out the front door, down the driveway towards the sound of falling rain on plastic.

*~*~*

Cigarette smoke poured out of macs mouth as she road down the street, watching the sun slowly start to show itself.

Mother by danzing, flooded her ears.

20 minutes passed since she started her route, when in the corner of her eye she saw an empty beer bottle fly out of a truck. The truck was speeding down the quiet streets, polluting the air with angry screams.

Mac was about to turn onto the next street, when a white bag captured her eye. She could faintly make out 'the Cleveland persevere' written on the side, as a scared looking girl peddles into a lit up tunnel.

"Fucking teenagers" mac cursed.

*~*~*

She could hardly breathe, KJ was biking as fast as she could down the street. She was being chased by fucking Wally becker. What the hell did he want.

To her terror the teenagers had gone through the other side of the tunnel, trapping her inside.
"Just breathe KJ, breathe, come on breathe, you'll be okay" she whispered, trying to convince herself this situation was somehow a dream.

When she remembered her hockey stick, she pulled it off her back and pointed it at the teens as they laughed, somehow seeming amused with her effort to not get attacked.

"Well isn't it, karina Brandman"

"What do you think that'll do sweetie"
One of the boys behind Wallie said, refering to her stick.