I was running on the rugged sidewalk barefoot and could feel how stony it was beneath me. My best friend, Anne, was right beside me. "I never should have let you talk me into that!" I whisper shouted to Anne. Anne was one of those people who did crazy things for no reason. I was the same. Unless she was going to basically vandalize the sidewalk in front of some old woman's house. "Dude, chill. The rain will wash the paint away before she even notices. Her eyesight isn't good anyway." responded Anne. I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. A few minutes ago, Anne had written, "I will come for you tonight- Satan", on an old woman's sidewalk. I have to admit, I wasn't particularly fond of the woman, but it was terrible considering the fact she would die in less than ten years and would be scarred for the rest of her life. The old lady probably wouldn't notice though. Like Anne said, it would wash away. All of a sudden I stopped and went into the middle of the street and Anne raised an eyebrow at my actions. I asked her in a very posh British accent," Care for a dance, young lady?". She stared at me mentally deeming me crazy, and then smiled and nodded her head! We attempted and failed to ballroom dance in the street and all of a sudden I fell down. What the fuck? Then hail started to fall from the sky. We were looking around trying to remember how to get home, but were stupid and didn't remember to pay attention to where we went and left our phones at home. Anne refused to talk to me claiming it was my fault, so we spent two hours walking around. Soon after, Anne's boyfriend, Justin, drove by in his cramped car full of people who reeked of alcohol. He had to talk to her and she just left me there in the pouring rain and they all sped off. I realized she was mad at me, but did she have to do that? I sat on the curb outside of someone's house for hours. The bitch and I left our houses at twelve, and it was now nine. A car pulled into the driveway of a house nearby, and a teenage boy who looked my age, maybe older, walked out of the car. He was attractive with his black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He noticed me, the ugly girl with super dark brown hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. He started to walk to where I sat so i quickly got up and started to run off. But me being the klutz I am, I tripped and fell into a puddle. He ran over to me and after asking if I was okay pulled me back up. I responded, "Yeah, thank you" in a shy and quiet voice. He chuckled and asked me,"Why are you so short?". "Why are you so tall?" I retorted. He was definitely six feet tall. Much taller than my five feet and six inches tall self. I had to freaking look up at him! He saw a cut on my knee from when i fell and his countenance changed into a concerned one. Out of no where, he picked me up and carried over his shoulder. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and he covered my mouth with his hand and laughed. I started to his hit back and then when he got to his house he opened the door, placed me gently on the floor, and locked the door behind him.
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