Title: Baby come Back
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Me: Do I have to?
BB: "Got to know how it burns…"
Me: But it's not fair!
BB: "I had to fall to lose it all… but in the end it didn't even matter…"
Me: I hate you. *Runs away crying*
BB: "Baby come back… you can blame it all on me… I was wrong, and I just can't live without you…" *chases after me*
Jolt: The author owns nothing.
Chapter one:
Walking along the busy street I juggled the heavy plastic bags that cut into my palms as I made my way to the bus stop. Checking the time on my mobile I glanced around, there was still 30 minutes until the bus arrived. Spotting a local charity shop I make my decision and ambled inside the air-conditioned building to be greeted by row upon row of second hand clothing, shoes and toys.
Glancing around the shelves of shoes, memorabilia and clothes on display I managed to waste 20 minutes before spotting a relatively new pair of sneakers. Snatching them up I checked the size; ladies size 10. Excellent. I've been needing new shoes, lately my old pair had developed cracks and holes but I hadn't had the money to get a new pair just yet.
Sometimes I really hate having a strict budget.
Glancing at the price tag I was relieved to find they were relatively cheap; six dollars. Happy with my find I turned towards the counter when a bright flash of yellow caught my eye from the toy display on the other side of the room. I rushed over not believing my eyes; it was a bumblebee transformer action figure. Ever since the movies had come out I had been a big fan of the autobots. I knew all three movies back to back. I had adored Bumblebee; him being my favourite character (there's just something about those baby blue optics).
Reaching out and plucking him from the shelf I looked at the price tag: $4.50; a bargain really. Brand new they cost around $20 each, and there wasn't a scratch on him – still in the original packaging too. But there was still a predicament though; I couldn't afford both the shoes and Bumbleebee.
Silently, I placed the sneakers back on the shelf and took my Bumbleebee to the front counter. The shoes could wait.
…
Unlocking the door to my unit I stumbled inside after the disastrous bus ride involving an overtalkative 4 year old and a pervert guy in his 50's. Dumping the shopping bags on the floor I through my handbag on the bed and dug out the Bumbleebee action figure, tearing open the packaging hazardously before I emerged with my prize. Glancing at the instructions I transformed him into bi-pede mode before noticing the stringing sensation in my right index finger.
Setting my doll down on the chest of drawers I set to work putting the groceries away in the kitchen before searching for a Band-Aid. "wait," I thought, " there's a box of them in the drawers" I realised before re-entering the room and pulling open the top drawer to the dresser I had set Bumbleebee on five minutes before. I had just found the band aids when; "…Hello?"
Yelping I through myself backwards hitting my head on the metal frame of the bed behind me before collapsing on the floor in agony. Laying on my side; clutching my skull praying for the pain to go away was the last thing I remembered before blacking out completely.
Yes I know – oww! Also Bee can talk, forgot to mention that.
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