"I met the most beautiful girl yesterday,and she had the most beautiful blonde hair!", I told my friend, who I've know like since forever! "Oh really dude? You should have invited her to your house for a "fun" time!" He says with a wink, " You nasy ass bro," I laughed back," But dude... There was something wrong with that girl..." "What was wrong?", he asked with concern. That's the reason I respect my friend the most, he knows when to be serious and when to not. "She said something about running away and she also had these scars on her hands and a big bruise on her head." I say worried. "What do you think from," he asks. " Dude I'm not sure, when I asked her she just teared up and ran from me..." I said. "Your ugly ass face probably scared her away," he says," did you at least go after her?". "No" "Why not" " She stopped in front of a women, they talked, then she got in her car.." " "Think it was her mom?" "I guess", I say. Well were ever she is I hope she's safe I tell myself as I change the topic.
