I don't understand.
How the hell doesn't she understand? I don't like horror movies! I DO NOT LIKE THEM SASHA. If only she could hear me, I'm too far away now anyway. Every damn weekend, Sasha, Rosita and Andrea and I go to AMC and watch a Rom-com or maybe just a 'com'. But no, Sasha thought it would be funny to scare the living crap out of me.
Screw her.
I knew something like this would come up eventually, she has always been the unpredictable one of the group. You know, I would have even been fine with a thriller, but a HORROR movie that's over crossing the line. I left, I'm done. Why would I wait around. I might sound a bit dramatic, but stuff like this has happened before. Too much stuff.
What the hell? Did someone just laugh?
That clown movie probably got the creepy laugh stuck in my head. That's all. Damn you Sasha.
"Whoa we're halfway there, OOOOHHHH LIVIN' ON A PRAYER" I start not so silently singing. I had to encourage my self home, right? There was no one around anyway. "Take my hand and we'll make it I sweeeaarrrr, WOAHHH LIVING ON A PRAYER!"
Why stop at one song?
"ahem" I clear my throat. "CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOONNN! FOR THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE, LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEESSSSSSTTTT DONT YOU CRY NO MORE!
I start playing my air guitar and "sing" the famous Kansas guitar solo.
I hear more clown laughs. Damn it.
Crap, I have 2 miles til' home...
....
I guess I can call Sasha. She does owe me...
Fine. Where is her number...
"My gosh," a voice says. "Who knew my favorite orphan had such a great voice?!"
Scratch the scary clown theory, the laughing I heard had been real.
He is real.
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