Her eyes open wide. I feel something move inside me, a faint memory of the waters: clear, blue, and beautiful. The memory is interrupted by her shooting up from her seat.
"What! Why the hell would I be here?!"
She looks worried, not panicked, definitely confused. She seems to trust me and probably has no idea why. Of course I know, but I could never tell her.
"Please sit down, I'll explain everything."
She stays standing, crosses her arms, and pouts. Of course she would, just cause I asked her to sit.
"You really should sit down for this."
She gives me an evil look.
"I don't want to shit down nor do I have to. Just tell me what the hell is going on."
Wow, the gall of this chick. She has no idea who I am, she has no idea what I'm capable of, yet she just gets in my face like I'm nothing, I like that.
"If you insist."
I sit down and then she takes a seat. Little shit, just wanted to aggravate me.
"Well for this to make the most sense, I'll have to start from the beginning..."
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A Day to remember
RandomStacy is different from most people. Even though she has the looks, she does not have the stability of mind. She is constantly feeling anxious and afraid, only finding comfort when she reads a story or watches anime; she fantasizes about these world...
