Short story long, Nina had escaped from the police station.
On her way back home, she ran into an eboy lounging atop a walnut tree. Nina squealed and mildly jogged away (she had done enough running, geez). However, the eboy tumbled down from the walnut tree. His hot pink colored nails glimmered in the sunlight.
"DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE!" Nina screeched (yes, screeched). He shoved his face into his abnormally veiny hands.
"I'm weird, IM A WEIRDO! I don't..." he sighed, "fit in...and I don't waNNA FIT IN!"
"Well, that's nice." Nina scrambled away from him, traumatized from her experience.
