"So, you hit your head on the wall because you couldn't move the golden fridge." i said, raising my eyebrows.
"Accidentally" he said, correcting me. so everything in the dream so far is true, proving it as a vision. does that mean I'm possessed? *gasp!* am i immortal?! i repeated my thoughts out loud and it was returned with a disbelieving look from Melane. You see? Melane crushes my every dream.
"Well, if you saw a vision, who committed the crime?" Ulises asked, leaning in. there was no sign of gender, better yet the actual person. but like i said they looked very desperate to find something in akeem's house. they thought for a while.
we were at Starbucks, the same group that was with me at almost all times. Fab/p five. that included Melane, Diana, Ulises, Davaine, and I. I was about to sip my el cappuchelsea. That's right, i had my own product. just kidding the owner happened to have a daughter named Chelsea and named a drink after her. i just use it to my adavantage.
anyway i was about to take a sip when i was hit on the shoulder and my cappuchelsea spilled all over me. i looked up and gave a menacing glare to the person who hit me but the guy seemed to not be phased. the guy who hit me was even feet tall, had a leather jacket, black shirt, black tight pants. black man boots. and a black dog collaar with silver spikes. he was also blad as an eagle.
he gave me a ten times worse glar and i almost fell off my chair from the intensity. if i almost fainted from this guys glare, then if looks could kill........ mmmm mmm boo i wudda done be gone mmm hmm
but i wasnt some black girl who had thin arms and didnt defend herself and just laughed about it. i was some crazy booty black girl who had thin armas and usually didnt defend herself but did rarely in extreme need to be defended situations and would go bat ape crazy and that person that dared to mess with the thirsty moustache.
and so i stood up from my seat, my chair making a EEEEEK sound. although I tried my hardest to be intimidating , this guy was like three whole heads taller than me. I let out a growl that echoed through the store. and he glared even worse. i stumbled back, but i felt that it was the right time to let out the ultra ninja stare glare.
first i built up my power, by reminding myself of why i want to beat this guy. to show him whose boss. i looked down, and balled my fist together from the pain of the stare build up. and when i couldnt hold it in anymore i looked up and let it all out. you could litterally see the purple rays coming from my eyes as they changes color.
he was flown across the room and hit the manager right in the face. he got up and ran out of the store crying.
that, is how you glare at someone. i was so coaught up in my glory that i almost didnt hear the cheering of my friends behind me. Almost. i ran up to them and we cheered befoe leaving.
we had totally forgot about my vision and went to the park. thats my favorite place. not because of the slides, or the swings, or the pond, or the icecream, or the minigolf, or the pool, or the BBQs, or the sound of nature. Because we get to make fun of all the people there.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! listen kid, i know you want to fly that kite, but you cant. your too small and scrawny and stupid to even get it in the air." davaine yelled at a little kid, then watched as his mother looked at him with a mixed expression of horror and shame before taking the kid away. we laughed disgracefully for a while befoe it was my turn.
i spotted my next victim who was walking by just a few feet away. "black guy in a pink shrt. i repeat, black guy in a pink shirt!" i whisper yelled so that he could hear. He growled at us and walked faster. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" we once again laughed cruelly.
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18 suspect mystery
HumorI am writing this story as a gift to my favorite class. The characters are all real and I chose their jobs that fit perfectly, and also not perfectly. I gave people a change. The computer geniuses are not very interested in any of that at all. They...
