Ok, so this story is loosly based on my DR self and going to the Lost Boys. I haven't shifted yet, but this is how I hope it will turn out. I think this will also help me visualize! The story will be changed a bit so it can give more of a story than...
I shot up from my nap to find the bus driver shouting at me. I slept through most of the ride, and no one else was on the bus.
"Oi! Runaway, this is the end of the road for ya, like you asked. You'll find some people here that are like ya. Just stay safe, kid." The bus driver shouted.
I grabbed my favorite sling bag, filled with all my necessities, and stood up. I grabbed my wallet and picked out a few bucks.
"don't worry about it, kid. Use that for food and a place to stay or something. Stay safe," the driver said as I tried to hand him the money.
"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Have a nice night, sir." I replied. I gave him a quick smile and stepped off the bus into the cold air.
It seemed to be nearing eleven PM, from the look of it. It seemed I was near a carnival or a boardwalk of some sort. I bet everyone's out there.
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It was cold, and my flannel wasn't doing shit. I regret wearing a long skirt as well, I need to get something warmer when I can.
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"fuck, it's cold!" I shivered.
I shuffled through my sling bag and pulled out a cigarette and a matchbox.
I lit the match and put it to my cigarette, once lit, I flicked the match to put it out.
Unlike others, I care about the environment. I have a small tin that I use to carry my used cigs and matches until I can find trash to put them out in. I don't just stomp them into the ground, a shit ton of fires begin that way.
I took a drag and started walking again, the moon and my lit cigarette as my only light source.
I continued down the road for another 30 minutes or so until I reached the boardwalk.
The boardwalk was crowded with a shit ton of different people. From punks and goths to hippies and stoners, there was a place for everyone here it seemed. I walked around and found a cheap hotdog stand. I saw the vendor touch the food with his hairy, bare hands. Absolutely not, I am not in the mood to get herpes right now. I sighed and continued till I found a nice, '50s themed diner. I walked in, and it was totally rad.
