Let me honour you in a story- the story of the forgotten year- yes yes I know not many people like to foretell in the dark days, not many people know what really happened all those years ago- but I know the truth- I know the story and I'm here to tell it to you
Amber watched the short burnet female clutch at her mic, the new anchor was new, amber decreased as the host griped her mic tighter in shaky hands, she spoke in an overly upbeat tone brown eyes almost piercing through the tv.
She was pretty, pretty in the way with smooth Burnett hair and no make up, tan skin and short legs. She was talking about some new experiment, decease something to trick others into buying supplies, the new end of the word: 2023 hide you children, stock your kitchen, but amber was too smart to fall for the What ever it was the pretty news host ya breed on about little did amber know she would regret not listening, the information bleeding from the small TVs speakers were more valuable then one could think an one glance at the fluorescent green light of her clock she was late
Micky would have her teeth if she didn't check in to the prison she drove to for her source of income. She didn't want to be stuck with a gruelling Mondays worth of work. Micky,her boss knew just how much she hated the baby sitting the frustrating child minded criminals that flocked toward the fray dull building of shouts point prison.
So she grabbed her holster, tied up her boots and slipped on her vest heading out the large door way and toward the first day of the week to work
Or was it her last- I often got those two confused
Now sit tight because it's about to get interesting
YOU ARE READING
BROKEN- rewriten
RandomWe don't talk about the lost days, the days when we would go to class on weekdays and party on the edges of the week, we don't talk about the use to be high taxes, we don't share links throw you tube and face book, we don't mention the body's that p...
