Where is she
I't kind of weird attending your own funeral, especially if on one saw you there. You were invisible walking down the streets, no girls coming after you shoving you their numbers and flirting with you.
I supposedly died in a car crash, or that's what they say. Even my parents believe in it. I miss being chased after by girls wanting to kiss my lips and run their hands through my curly blond hair. Press against my football buit body. Stare into my giant green eyes. No one was there to see me die. In fact the funny thing is I can walk through anything walk through girls I use to date but then dumped for a better one. Maybe that's why I died treating girls life playtoy for my choosing. No one saw me at Java Jones nor at the Pandemonium except a small blond girl.
Her eyes were brilliantly blue with one blemish, like a wave in a calm ocean. She was very attractive. Infact she literally had boys drooling at her feet, but maybe that was because she was wearing a skirt. When she saw me it was funny she gasped and when she did a boy tried to stick his tongue down her throat. She punched him and he mumbled something like 'your….bed….feisty' .He was obviously drunk. The thing that got me though was that this girl was obviously almost dead if not already I could tell which way she was going up not down; To heaven not to hell. The weird thing was that everybody could see her, but no one but me saw her wings.
I don't know which way i'm going because whenever I look I see other people's wings or horns.
Heaven help me. God will forgive you, right?
As I walked out of the club the girl motioned me to come over. As my regular flirty self I walked over ,but so did about half of the club. She told them to go away and lead me out of the club.
"What did you do," she hissed
I replied simply " I didn't do anything, babe"
"Two things, first don't ever call me 'babe'" she put up air quotes" two why did you get horns."
HORNS, I HAVE HORNS. oh my god.
Horns.
Horns.
I re- wrote that you to tigress for comenting
Hell.