"Hey doll! You new here?~"
The group of boys ranged in different heights, most of them taller and had stockier builds. All except for one, a skinny boy stood in the back, trying to look tough. 'Jeez. Can't a girl get some quiet?'
"What's it to you?" I spit out, attitude rising. I glared at the gang. This isn't the first time I've dealt with sleaze balls like this bunch before, but it's still aggravating.
"Well what's a pretty girl like you doing all by yourself? Shouldn't you be at home with your pop colas and your fancy cars?" He looks back at his buddies as he says this, giving a sly grin as his gang chuckles with him. He pops a tooth pick in his mouth. God what a douche. I roll my eyes.
"Move it along buster."
"Oh ho ho! The broad's got moxie!"
My hand instinctively reaches for my blade, muscles tensing. He stands behind me, leaning in the bench and growing close to my face "What's the matter baby? Why so tense?"
"Shoo fly, don't bother me"
"Aw cmon baby~. All we want is some fun."
He reaches for my shoulder, and in an instant, I grab my blade and flicked it open, pointing it towards the toothpick chomper."Back. Off. I ain't opposed to a rumble." I say with a threatening tone.
He raises his hands in defense smugly and chuckles.
"Well then, I guess we'll see ya around then toots. Best watch yourself around here, there can be dAnGeRoUs ThUgS around these parts!"
He laughs and clicks his tongue, signaling that him and his crew are leaving. They all stride away "coolly" in an attempt to look macho.
'Ugh'
I return to my original position, grabbing my sketchbook and pencil and begin to draw the area around me. The leave slightly shuddering in the breeze and the soft chitter of the birds felt serene. It took me a while to realize that the sun was going down and that I needed to get home. I grabbed my things and walked back to my "home", if you could even call it that. Ever since mom left no place was home. I went straight to my room and ignored the presence of my step-dad, not that he noticed, anyway. I flopped quickly onto my bed and took off my shoes, tossing them to the side of the wall. My thoughts drift to sweet nothings as I relaxed myself and drifted to sleep.
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Author's Note •Please read!•Hello everyone! I am so terribly sorry I've been absent from this story, and that this addition is shorter than the last. I promise that the next update WILL be longer.
I saw how many of you read it and how I had a butt ton of DMs that I should continue it!I will do my absolute best to continue this story on a regular basis I'll try to have a chapter put out every friday!
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