The Nameless Gomba (VenturianTale Isaac Frye)

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"Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago, I was in your sights, and you got me alone. You found me, you found me, you found me-e-e-e~" I sang loudly, my fingers strumming my guitar. My ginger, curly hair swayed as my head moved with the beat.

People walked past, dropping dollars into the guitar case. I kept singing and playing, until I needed a break. Kneeling down, I counted the money I had made in the last three hours. Six dollars and thirty three cents. May not be much to you, but that's a lot for me to make in three freaking hours.

I decided to go to StarBucks for some coffee, before getting back to singing. I put my guitar in its case, before picking goth up, along with my small microphone. Walking up to the counter, a girl shorter than me, probably the same age, was standing there, chewing her gun loudly.

It took her a while before noticing me. "Oh. Welcome to Starbucks and whatever..." She said, looking at me. She had a tan of make up on. Her chest was huge, as was her butt. I think she was Barbie, but even more slutty. "Uh, can I get a coffee, please?" I asked. I read her name tag. 'Barbie' it read. Oh. Well then.

Barbie looked up at me, still chewing her gum. "What's your name?" She asked, clearly bored. I coughed awkwardly. "Uhm, it's...uh...Macy." I mumbled. Raising her eyebrow, she wrote down Macy. I gave a fake smile, before sitting at a small table.

Uh, you see, I don't have a name. Weird, right? When people ask, I'd come up with one. Less than a hour ago, I was Rae. Now I'm Macy. My parents both died mysteriously the day I was born, and was never given a name. The doctors took me to a orphanage, but the women was a complete bish, and left me on the streets, nameless. So, here I am. Ten years later, twenty years old, still no name.

The money I get from singing is what I use for my tiny apartment rents. I have a simple bed, couch, and table. Those things came with the place. I guess you'd say I'm poor.

"Macy!" Called out another women. I looked up, to see my order was ready. I got up, paid, and got my coffee. I then hurried out into the sidewalk again, setting everything up. Taking sips of my coffee, I started to sing again. "When the days are cold, and the cards all fold, and the sans we see are all made of gold.." I sang Demons. My guitar strum along to match the music perfectly.

When I finished, I had ten more dollars! This was like finding treasure to me. I sang some more until my coffee got cold and the sun started to set.

Ohio was a beautiful place at night, in my eyes. Letting out a long sigh, I put my guitar in its case, and held tightly to the fifty dollars I had made. My microphone was in my purse, and my curly hair bounced as I walked to the bus stop.

When I bus came, I climbed on, and sat at the back. The bus drove for what felt like forever, and we stopped at the bus stop near my apartement. I stumbled off the bus, tripping over a pebble, before walking to the building.

My apartment building was eerie at night. The place was falling apart, and they take whoever they could get. I guess that's why I got it so easily.

I climbed up the stairs, too lazy to wait for the stupid elevator, and went to door 303. I unlocked it, and walked in. This was my room. Like I said, it was tiny. At least it had a big enough kitchen and bathroom for one person.

Opening the bathroom, I got out my brush. The curls in my hair never came out. I stared into my own green eyes form the mirror. Freckles were all over my face.

Letting out a sigh, I put my hair up in a pony tail. Putting on my only pair of pjs, I climbed into my bed. It creaked loudly as I rolled around and tossed and turned.

But something was keeping me awake. I got up, and walked out into my kitchen. Opening a secret cabinet behind a bunch of canned foods, I took out five whole jars of cash and coins. I counted them all, and I was smiling like a idiot. Over nine years of singing, I earned up to about eight hundred dollars and five cents.

I guess that's what was keeping me up, because now I was freaking tired. Yawning loudly, stretching, and dropping my arms to my side, I crawled back into bed.

My eyes slowly began to close. Soon, I fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: Okay, so it took me SO long to figure out what to call this story. So, yeah.

As you can see, this nameless girl is ginger.

Bethany has a fellow ginger. *GASP*

Jordan and Isaac are gonna freak.

-xx Addie