A name that's kind of a pun only implies one thing: NEW STORY! Let's get right into the heart of Maria King- or her iPod. Stolen- I mean borrowed by me. :P I FALL IN LOVE WITH :P and d:P WAHOO!
Prologue:
Her mom always told her she was special.
She had Raven colored hair and sparkly violet eyes.
And her heart was pretty much stone to the outsider.
But that did not mean she could not have a good time. In fact, she was typically always laughing.
Although some people do not count evil laughter as laughter at all.
She wasn't always holding people or black mailing them.
Sometimes she even acted human.
She too could be afraid and sad.
And she cried.
Often actually.
She never let ANYONE see it.
She had too much pride.
So how did this girl relax?
She hid in her special place.
Sometimes she was crying and others she just wanted her fears- many fears to melt away.
But always she reclined and listened to her iPod.
Always.
Because her playlist was the closest thing Maria King had to a heart.
Or was it?
IS THIS A HURT COMFORT? SURE! I NEVER WRITE HURT COMFORTS! LET THAT BE NO MORE! Actually I have a Humor Hurt/Comfort going on my Fiction Press account. Go check it out please!