Fire eyed freak
Okay, so I went and got some food last night at that cafe place downtown. And things were goin' just fine. I was the only one there and I had the best sandwich, ever! Then this freak walks in. And I mean freak. I know those goths can go far, but this weirdo was all in red and velvet and old stuff. And he had a cane. Though the freak couldn't have been over 16. Only other person I've ever seen besides me with WHITE hair.
But that's not the weird part. When he walked in, he took off his sunglasses and looked right at me. And it was...like I KNEW him. And knew I HATED him. Not just a "you're a gothic wanna be twit. Get away from me." but more "You killed my fucking mother, now die." Not that I'd care if someone killed my mother, but you know what I mean.
And it was...weird. I couldn't even finish my sandwich. And he kept stairing at me and wouldn't go away. He had the freakiest contacts in, too. His eyes were all orange and firey.
Of course, it's my fault for waiting until ten at night to go get food. The real freaks always come out after dark.
Maybe I won't go back there for awhile.
But that's not the weird part. When he walked in, he took off his sunglasses and looked right at me. And it was...like I KNEW him. And knew I HATED him. Not just a "you're a gothic wanna be twit. Get away from me." but more "You killed my fucking mother, now die." Not that I'd care if someone killed my mother, but you know what I mean.
And it was...weird. I couldn't even finish my sandwich. And he kept stairing at me and wouldn't go away. He had the freakiest contacts in, too. His eyes were all orange and firey.
Of course, it's my fault for waiting until ten at night to go get food. The real freaks always come out after dark.
Maybe I won't go back there for awhile.