She stood at the top of the building. The wind was flowing through her pixie cut black hair. She stood there, not going to jump, only to enjoy the view. Sure it was New York with a lot of tall buildings but you really couldn't find a good view of Brooklyn very easily. In this age of technology you could stand at the very top of a building, look like you're going to jump, and people wouldnt care. They're too busy looking down at the tiny little lighted up screens. She stood there just watching the people and their movements. After a few minutes of enjoying the view she looked down at her watch and down down the stairs and into her apartment. Her mom would be home soon, expecting a beer on the table ready for her. After she did that she went into her room and sat down on her bed sighing while she thought about stuff. Her dad left her at the age of 8. Her mom drank a few beers every night then passed out. She was always the odd ball at school. She like black more than pink. She likes Fall Out Boy more than Justin Bieber. She just wasn't that type of girl.
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That One
General FictionThere is always that one different from the rest. This is her story.