-¥- a few months later
Hollers and shouts filled my ears. I was at a local bar and was so close to bring drunk. I wobbly walked to a bench.
"Fluffy funk bun" I heard myself slur. "Fugawoba!"
"Your a little drunk now aren't you?"
I swoop around to see a man standing there. He was wearing a orange cloak and hunting boots.
"Why aren't you prettttttttyyyyyyyy?" I slur, falling towards him. Okay, so maybe I am drunk.
He chuckles, shaking me with him.
"What is your name drunkie?
"LORALLI BITCHES! I'M AWSOME! AND I'M DRUNK!" I sang at the top of my lungs.
He chuckled again. " Where do you live Loralli?"
"The one house in the woodsssssssss!" I fantasized. He chuckled again, then wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I'll take you to my house until you become sane enough to go home." I giggle, squirming in his arms.
-¥- later, at James's house in the morning.
Ugh. I felt awful. My whole body was aching and I just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Urgh." I look over the pillow and see James standing there.
"Hello sunshine."
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Death's Dark Angel
ActionShe can survive anything, and she has death's wings. She can live through anyone's death. But not somebody she knows. So when the day comes when her best friend kneels before her to die, she is broken beyond belief. Her life has just shattered. Bu...
