Forward, forward, sometimes left, sometimes right. Don't stop. Just go further. Further untill the sun sets...
"Timmy don't! Hey! come here you little naughty boy!" a boy in the streets shouts to his dog. Slime dripping of Crystals face. Ofcourse the dog had to lick her on the face, why not right?
Crystal groans and wipes the slime of her face with her sleeve. She sits on the ground against some old, little electricity house. Opening her eyes she sees the boy.
He has a pittyful look on his face. No she don't want to be pittyfied! "Can't you control your dog?!" she says angry.
"I'm so sorry" he says "Timmy just thought you were a nice person". A smile is forming on his lips. Crystal sighs and rolls her eyes:"Wrong thought"
"Really, I'm sorry. Can I do something for you as a sign that I really am sorry?". Crystal thinks, no she don't want to! She don't want to exist anymore so that means no contact, with no one! Not even with this handsome, cute, blue-eyed boy.
But on the other side, she can't live forever on the street and her stomach rumbles from hunger...
"Okay, but on one condition, you don't ask anything. Deal?". The boy frowns but finally says " Okay, what can I do for this beautiful lady?"
"Uh, first don't call me beautiful when I'm not" she rolls her eyes "and second, do you have food? I'm starving!"
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Crystal Clear
Подростковая литератураEverything will be fine they always said... I still guess if that's true for me too. 'Cause the whole world is moving on with their pitty lifes, doesn't mean I do... I mean life just sucks... It makes sense that you sometimes just want to quit, run...
