Two people from completely different backgrounds become unlikely friends and work together to conquer the purge. Leilani Mitchell, a troubled young girl and Jarad Higgins, from a fairly affluent tutelage end up becoming close within the 12-hours th...
"Ladies and gentlemen, you heard that right, there's indeed four days until the 12-hour purge."
I listened to the same woman countdown for the third time this week. She seemed even more worried than the day before.
I turned off the tv and rummaged through my pile of clothing. I picked out a black long sweater and fishnet stockings. I put on a blue and blonde wig and put on makeup along with lash extensions.
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I try to look like a different person every time I go out because I hate looking like everyone else and because I don't want people to identify me anyway.
Even though I don't associate with very much people, I loved being out of the ordinary. I accepted that me being weird and looking weird is okay. For years, I've struggled not being accepted by people because I looked odd.
I checked myself in the mirror and applied some sparkly lip gloss. I went through my drawer set and retrieved some codeine and percocets placing them in my purse.
I looked at myself one more time before exiting my home. I looked left, then right.
Nothing.
I started walking for a couple of hours, deep in thought. "Aye." I heard.
I turned my head to see a boy, who looked younger than me. I looked him up and down and scoffed. Immediately I was uninterested.
He wore baggy pants, his shirt was stained and he stunk really bad. He clearly had nothing to offer me. I'm surprised he had the audacity to speak to me.
"Aye ma, what you tryna do."
"Nothing." I simply responded, putting a pep in my step.
"Oh come on. I got a 10 inch." He bribed.
"What are you? Like 15? Get the fuck on." I laughed.
"I promise I won't disappoint." He jogged in front of me, making me stop. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
He reached his hand down and rubbed my area through my underwear. I back handed him and pulled out my pocket knife, aiming it at his throat.
"Whoa whoa whoa what is happening." Another guy said. He pushed the guy away, who was now giving me a dirty look as if I'm supposed to feel scared.
I got a good look at him, a blunt was stuck behind his ear and he had short light brown dreads and milk chocolate complexion. What really caught my eye was the Gucci belt he had around his waist.
"Crazy bitch tried to fuckin kill me." The boy said.
"You're lucky he came to save your ass or I would've-"
"Alright y'all calm down." The guy said, holding back the younger boy that tried to get at me. "DeShawn, she don't want you bro, leave her alone."
