The Story of a Memoryles Girl
i walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. hearing steves approaching footsteps, i close the fridge immediately. dammmittt, a measly second too late.
"What're you doin!!" the silly man bellows.
"nothing!" i reply timidly, "just making sure you didnt get any ice cream, like i asked."
"and?"
"nope, didnt see anything."
"well i got something, but you probably wont like it." he mocks.
"i dont wanna see it" i say, trying my best to sound completely uninterested. i turn and walk away as to avoid conversation.
"cuba?" he says, screwing up his beady eyes as he focus' on my hand.
"SHIT!!!!"
"when are you going to cub-"
"I FORGOT ABOUT THE CUBA MEETING AGAIIIN!!!" i cry in utter distress.
"IT'S WRITTEN ON YER GODDAMN HAND! WHADD'YA DO, SMOKE DOPE ALL DAY!?"
the end.
"What're you doin!!" the silly man bellows.
"nothing!" i reply timidly, "just making sure you didnt get any ice cream, like i asked."
"and?"
"nope, didnt see anything."
"well i got something, but you probably wont like it." he mocks.
"i dont wanna see it" i say, trying my best to sound completely uninterested. i turn and walk away as to avoid conversation.
"cuba?" he says, screwing up his beady eyes as he focus' on my hand.
"SHIT!!!!"
"when are you going to cub-"
"I FORGOT ABOUT THE CUBA MEETING AGAIIIN!!!" i cry in utter distress.
"IT'S WRITTEN ON YER GODDAMN HAND! WHADD'YA DO, SMOKE DOPE ALL DAY!?"
the end.