I have been blessed with beautiful looks. Wait, that's not it. At this moment, however, I did look quite pretty, for a ten year old. I walked slowly in the direction of my house, a backpack on my back. A kind-looking man pulled up next to me in his old car.
The man rolled down the passenger window. "Do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah, my feet hurt," I lied; My feet didn't really hurt.
"Are your parents waiting for you?" The man asked.
"No. They don't get home for a few hours," I explained. This made the man smile. Creep.
"Well hop in. I'll give you a ride."
I obeyed. Just after I climbed into the passenger and closed the door, I heard the locking mechanism click. The lock switch on my door had been broken off.
The man grinned creepily. "What's your name dear?" He queried.
The vehicle was still in park. Here's my chance. "My name's Twig," I smirked. In one quick movement, I yanked the man's arm and bit into his wrist, releasing knock-out hormones into his bloodstream.
The man shouted an obscenity, but in the next moment he was fast asleep.
I wondered for a moment if I was truly the lesser of two evils. "Of course I am." I said to myself. "A girl's gotta eat somehow."
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