im not gonna base your virginity on a biscuit...
So today, im eating lunch outside on the bench, and towards the end of lunch, i see this Sophmore just sitting there by himself. I thought, damn man, this isn't the first day of school. On certian days, i sit alone for just about five minutes to save the table. It is the worst five minutes with everyone looking at you like lame! is written on your forhead. So for that poor kid to sit by himself the whole lunch? No way yo. It's horrible to attend a school where the student body is close to twenty-three hundred, and not have someone to sit at lunch with. Just a little thought.
I'll leave you with the short story i had to write in literature. he gave me the first line and I had to finish it.
They were in the grocery store, in the freezer section, when it happened. Sharon Way, and her daughter Peyton were doing their daily shopping at Giants Supermarket.
Sharon was a thirty-six year old, single mother who worked as secretary for a local construction company during the week. On the weekends, she was a local favorite at Dakota’s cabaret. She enjoyed narcotics, but preferred Hallucinogens
Peyton was seven. She was fascinated with the new cell phone her father just bought for her. He bought it to keep in touch with her, since the lived twenty five hundred miles away. Then, it rang.
“Mom! Mom! My first phone call! Hello?”
She made a very unpleasing face she when she didn’t recognize the robotic voice asking for her mother. It was deep with clear articulation.
“Let me speak to your mother. It is very, very important that you follow what I say, so cooperate and put her on the phone please.” Said the voice on the other line.
“Mom, he’s asking for you. He sounds kinda creepy.”
Sharon took the phone from her daughter. She questioned “hello?”
The voice on the other line then said “Hello Sharon. It is very important that you follow everything I say. If you do not, you will be punished. So lets not waist anytime. Take the last frozen pizza, open it up and ill get back to you at 2:37. Do not let Peyton leave your side. Read over the instructions inside the box, and take this seriously. This is no joke.” Click.
Sharon, immediately thought it was some sort of prank, until she grabbed the last pizza, and when she opened it, she found a note with precise instructions.
Go to the produce department. Look for the opened bag of salad. In it you will
Find your next note. If you fail to do so, the cashier in check-out lane one…
“The cashier in check-out lane one what?” Sharon questioned. Immediately, she
rushed to produce. “Romaine, iceberg, spinach? Dole, Giants? There are so many. Peyton, stay right next to me.”
“Ma’am, do you need any help?” asked the young employee of Giants Supermarket.
“No, no thank you. We’re just fine.”
Over the intercom, an announcement called for a clean up in aisle eight.
“Okay, well, I better go attend to that. Later.”
Sharon looked at her watch. It was now 2:29, and they hadn’t found the bag.
Unaware of what her mother was looking for, Peyton said “Mom, watch out, you’re making a mess. You’re dropping salad all over.”
As fast as she could, she tore the bag open more. She finally found the precisely folded note. She opened it to read
Aisle eight.
Together, they rushed over to aisle eight, to find a bag of flour opened, all over the floor. Then, the phone rang.
Nearly dropping the phone as it vibrated, Sharon nervously said “Hello? Who is this?”
“Well well, I see we found the mess on time. Don’t get near it, its not flour. It’s a deadly nerve agent that when mixed with any liquid and inhaled, will shut down your respiratory system in minutes. Now take the ten pound bag and…”click. “And what!” Sharon screamed. She grabbed the ten pound bag of flour and noticed something significantly different about this bag. It was half empty. She opened it to find a gun and a note. The note read
There is a single bullet in the clip. Don’t miss.
Then, the phone rang again.
And before she could get any words out, 187 questioned, “Where is Peyton?” and she was no where to be seen. She ran back to aisle eight, to find a Giants employee with one of his hands holding Peyton, and in the other, a mop. She immediately drew the gun and shot him square in the back of the head. She noticed it was the cashier from check out lane one. The crimson tide from the employee’s wound slowly found its way to the powdered shore in the middle of the aisle.
“Mom, I’m choking! I. can’t……breathe!” gasped Peyton, as she fell to the floor, and started to compulse. The phone rang again.
“What the hell do you want from me? I’m a nobody! I have done nothing to you,
don’t even know you! I raised my daughter-
“I don’t care how you raised your daughter, you can barely raise yourself. Look at yourself. You’re now childless, lifeless, and caught on camera killing the wrong person.” Click.
“Bravo 52 here, we got a 187 at the Giants Supermarket in the Crowne Plaza. Shots fired, two victims down, bring back up.” Said the on duty officer at the store.
Sharon stood there, in the middle of the aisle. She was confused about everything that just happened, but she realized she was nothing more then nothing, when she started
choking herself. She was dead with the cashier from check out lane one, in aisle eight, with her seven year old daughter. 187.
Open to criticism, but i want to know if you caught the ties between some of the things.
<3 richie