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Strong language so be warned plus, no editing. I'm not sure after people read this what they'll find more offensive between the two, but never mind.
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Holding the steering wheel on one hand she groped her pocket and fished out a cigarette. She had supposed to have quit but today had been one of those days where, as she lit the cigarette, she didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.
Amanda peered through the smoke to watch the road. It was starting to get dark. The swollen purple sky seemed to look the exact same colour as the bruise on her cheek she was now sporting. She hated her fucking job. More than usual. She was smart. Really smart, so why was she working in the biggest shit hole in town?
Taking another inhale off the cigarette Amanda released it slowly. Letting all the air escape her lungs as she tried to calm the raging frustration threatening to make her scream.
No that was it, she decided. This was the last straw. She gritted her teeth so she could feel the dull ache in her jaw again. The pain from her wound egging her on with her resentment and determination. Glaring at the road ahead Amanda made her resolve. She was getting out of here. Time to move on. When she was getting injured in fights that are started because of some kid not getting served because his fake id picture looked, well, fake. Then it was a clear sign from God or whoever/whatever was up there telling her it was time to mosey on.
Her jaw throbbed again as Amanda puffed smoke at the world angrily. God she hated kids. And drunks. And at the moment herself too. She growled as she stubbed out the cigarette. Reaching up with her free hand to idly finger one of the earrings situated at the top of her ear. Amanda pondered where to go next. No more small towns that was for sure. No, a big city. Somewhere she could get lost. Be alone but not in complete isolation. She had thought she had wanted that when she had moved here to this little piss town and now had a bruise on her face the size of a watermelon. No a city and a new job was what she needed. With no fucking kids tearing up places ‘cause they wont get served. Amanda grinned at her decision. Counting the minutes until she left this shitty town, she put her foot down, speeding into the shitty sunset.
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Word Count:398
Holding the steering wheel on one hand she groped her pocket and fished out a cigarette. She had supposed to have quit but today had been one of those days where, as she lit the cigarette, she didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.
Amanda peered through the smoke to watch the road. It was starting to get dark. The swollen purple sky seemed to look the exact same colour as the bruise on her cheek she was now sporting. She hated her fucking job. More than usual. She was smart. Really smart, so why was she working in the biggest shit hole in town?
Taking another inhale off the cigarette Amanda released it slowly. Letting all the air escape her lungs as she tried to calm the raging frustration threatening to make her scream.
No that was it, she decided. This was the last straw. She gritted her teeth so she could feel the dull ache in her jaw again. The pain from her wound egging her on with her resentment and determination. Glaring at the road ahead Amanda made her resolve. She was getting out of here. Time to move on. When she was getting injured in fights that are started because of some kid not getting served because his fake id picture looked, well, fake. Then it was a clear sign from God or whoever/whatever was up there telling her it was time to mosey on.
Her jaw throbbed again as Amanda puffed smoke at the world angrily. God she hated kids. And drunks. And at the moment herself too. She growled as she stubbed out the cigarette. Reaching up with her free hand to idly finger one of the earrings situated at the top of her ear. Amanda pondered where to go next. No more small towns that was for sure. No, a big city. Somewhere she could get lost. Be alone but not in complete isolation. She had thought she had wanted that when she had moved here to this little piss town and now had a bruise on her face the size of a watermelon. No a city and a new job was what she needed. With no fucking kids tearing up places ‘cause they wont get served. Amanda grinned at her decision. Counting the minutes until she left this shitty town, she put her foot down, speeding into the shitty sunset.