I hate heat. When I get out of the house, I am SO moving somewhere cold. Like...New York!
Yes, I am a Broadway!geek. Bite me.
You name it, I am it: RENThead...Mizzy....major Mizzy...Cats...dork? Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...
Anyways, it's flippin' September! It's s'posed to beCOLD! But, no. It's hot.
Any-hoo...Dear God, did I just say that? Just shoot me.
I'm walking—no, I'm stalking. Not anyone in particular (though I could think of quite a few candidates), just stalking around my neighborhood, like some crazed, one-girl gang, or something...
Why, you ask? Because, my child, I am suffering from the ultimate illness known to author-kind, even more than Mary-Sue disease! Yes, my pretties. I have...
...writer's block.
Yes, I, Two-Bits, who can normally dole out stories at the drop of a hat, am suffering from writer's block.
I was walking past Tinell's for the twenty-seventh time, when my life changed entirely.
No, I did not fall in love.
It all started with these guys. Most of the people in my neighborhood went to Fishburn. School district, and all that? I did, too. But since then, I've changed a ton.
My hair is now dark red...it's shorter...
Okay, so maybe I haven't changed a ton, but enough so that people don't recognize me.
So, there are these guys, and I know one of them. I despise him with a passion, but he doesn't remember me.
Unfortunately, he'll talk to anything with a chest.
"What's up?" he greeted. I couldn't resist.
"Hey, Joseph," I said, nodding. He was baffled.
"How do you know my name?" he demanded, baffled. See?
"It pays to know people in this neighborhood," I replied, slyly, trying not to burst out laughing. Joseph and his friends raised their eyebrows at me, like I was from Mars.
Well...I could be...
"Then who am I?" one of the other guys asked. Damn. I was busted.
I opened my mouth to make some snide comment I hadn't really thought through, but I froze up.
Not out of fear, or embarrassment, or whatever. I just froze. I couldn't move an inch. I couldn't even twitch my little finger.
What on earth is happening to me? I found myself thinking.
I had completely lost control of my own body.
The silence was strange. I could hear murmurings from Joseph and his friends, but my eyes told me they were shouting. It was like there was a wall separating me from the rest of the world.
Then my vision blackened, and it was as if someone released their hold on me. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground.
AHA! Cliffhanger...Okay, this is YET ANOTHER time-travel story, but I've been rereading Sapphy's story, and it made me wanna do a time-travel story. I SWEAR I haven't been "inspired," if you catch my drift. This is not a 'trapped in someone's body' kinda' thing. Cross my heart.
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