I was just getting my thoughts together. Too many things have happened that shouldn’t have happened. And I wanted to know why, although I probably wouldn’t get my answers so easily. I wandered myself into an abandoned warehouse and went over to some crates and just sat on them. Some rustling inside the warehouse interrupted my thoughts, so I got up to go see what it was. I went around and snuck behind some crates and saw her. She looked like she was doing some routines but I looked closer and just saw she was practicing and training with whatever. So I sat down not caring if she saw me. I watched her. I watched everything she did. All of her moves, all of her kicks, her flips, this that and the other thing. She was shooting set up targets around the warehouse. She flipped up onto a high crate and kicked a target, then flipped back down and disappeared. I looked around waiting for her to come back. Then I felt someone’s breath on my neck. I thought it couldn’t possibly be her. I should’ve known I would be wrong in that decision. With a gun pointed to my jugular, she whispered “Whatcha doin?” in a sly voice. Rolling my eyes, I said “What does it look like I’m doing?” “I asked you first,” she said. I got a little annoyed at her for her childish talking back, so I turned around really quick and took the gun out of her hand and through it on the floor. “Really?” I said. “What are you five? I’ve been sitting here minding my own business just watching you practice. I was just walking and I stumbled in here and I heard something so I went to go see what it was and what a surprise. It was you. It that a better answer jackass?” I snapped at her. “Oh feisty thing you are,” she responded. She walked around me picked up her gun and shoved it in my face. “I don’t care who you are, what you’ve done, or anything of the above. I don’t know enough about you, and I don’t want to. So please go away and stop being everywhere I am. Okay great! Have an awesome day,” she said sarcastically and went back to her training. “Bitch,” I said under my breath but loud enough for her to hear and left the warehouse.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Day 6
FLOATING AROUND THE CITY
I was just getting my thoughts together. Too many things have happened that shouldn’t have happened. And I wanted to know why, although I probably wouldn’t get my answers so easily. I wandered myself into an abandoned warehouse and went over to some crates and just sat on them. Some rustling inside the warehouse interrupted my thoughts, so I got up to go see what it was. I went around and snuck behind some crates and saw her. She looked like she was doing some routines but I looked closer and just saw she was practicing and training with whatever. So I sat down not caring if she saw me. I watched her. I watched everything she did. All of her moves, all of her kicks, her flips, this that and the other thing. She was shooting set up targets around the warehouse. She flipped up onto a high crate and kicked a target, then flipped back down and disappeared. I looked around waiting for her to come back. Then I felt someone’s breath on my neck. I thought it couldn’t possibly be her. I should’ve known I would be wrong in that decision. With a gun pointed to my jugular, she whispered “Whatcha doin?” in a sly voice. Rolling my eyes, I said “What does it look like I’m doing?” “I asked you first,” she said. I got a little annoyed at her for her childish talking back, so I turned around really quick and took the gun out of her hand and through it on the floor. “Really?” I said. “What are you five? I’ve been sitting here minding my own business just watching you practice. I was just walking and I stumbled in here and I heard something so I went to go see what it was and what a surprise. It was you. It that a better answer jackass?” I snapped at her. “Oh feisty thing you are,” she responded. She walked around me picked up her gun and shoved it in my face. “I don’t care who you are, what you’ve done, or anything of the above. I don’t know enough about you, and I don’t want to. So please go away and stop being everywhere I am. Okay great! Have an awesome day,” she said sarcastically and went back to her training. “Bitch,” I said under my breath but loud enough for her to hear and left the warehouse.
I was just getting my thoughts together. Too many things have happened that shouldn’t have happened. And I wanted to know why, although I probably wouldn’t get my answers so easily. I wandered myself into an abandoned warehouse and went over to some crates and just sat on them. Some rustling inside the warehouse interrupted my thoughts, so I got up to go see what it was. I went around and snuck behind some crates and saw her. She looked like she was doing some routines but I looked closer and just saw she was practicing and training with whatever. So I sat down not caring if she saw me. I watched her. I watched everything she did. All of her moves, all of her kicks, her flips, this that and the other thing. She was shooting set up targets around the warehouse. She flipped up onto a high crate and kicked a target, then flipped back down and disappeared. I looked around waiting for her to come back. Then I felt someone’s breath on my neck. I thought it couldn’t possibly be her. I should’ve known I would be wrong in that decision. With a gun pointed to my jugular, she whispered “Whatcha doin?” in a sly voice. Rolling my eyes, I said “What does it look like I’m doing?” “I asked you first,” she said. I got a little annoyed at her for her childish talking back, so I turned around really quick and took the gun out of her hand and through it on the floor. “Really?” I said. “What are you five? I’ve been sitting here minding my own business just watching you practice. I was just walking and I stumbled in here and I heard something so I went to go see what it was and what a surprise. It was you. It that a better answer jackass?” I snapped at her. “Oh feisty thing you are,” she responded. She walked around me picked up her gun and shoved it in my face. “I don’t care who you are, what you’ve done, or anything of the above. I don’t know enough about you, and I don’t want to. So please go away and stop being everywhere I am. Okay great! Have an awesome day,” she said sarcastically and went back to her training. “Bitch,” I said under my breath but loud enough for her to hear and left the warehouse.
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