I don't own anything accept the made up charries. Roald Dahl and Tim Burton own Willy Wonka and the other Charlie and the Chocolate Factory people. I'm just babysitting. That's about It for now. Try not to be to bruising in your reviews but I'll take any help I can get.
Pizza Kills:
Cheryl sat watching TV. She was 28 going on 29 and she was going nowhere fast. She didn't have anything to look forward to. Except being 29 and that sucked big time. She still lived at home. She could tell her dad thought her a failure but was too nice to say it. She gave a lopsided smile to her mother as she passed on her way out showing shiny blue metal. She had opted for braces to see what they were like. The doorbell soon startled her. Her parents had already left.
She regretted opening the door. There stood her laughing best friend Michelle. She would slam the door in her face but then she'd egg the house or call until she opened the door. She closed her eyes and then peeked back. Yep she was still there and still laughing. She scowled at her.
"What the hell do you want?" asked Cheryl
"Is that anyway to greet a guest?" asked Michelle.
"I'm sorry," she smiled. "Hello, what the hell do you want?"
"Lets go," said Michelle.
"Where?" she asked.
"To the movies and then to get a pizza," said Michelle.
"Why would I want to be seen with you…sex friend?" Cheryl laughed as she went inside to change.
"And yet you're changing," Said Michelle.
They went to the movies. They saw Charlie and the chocolate factory. Cheryl drooled over Johnny Depp. He was hot. Her friend made the comment that he was white and she was black. She rolled her eyes and flipped her, as her friend called it, Beyonce doo. They left heading out for pizza. They didn't see the dark figure lurking. Once inside the ordered and sat waiting for their food.
"Ah…pizza," said Cheryl.
"When do you get the metal out?" asked Michelle.
"Next week," said Cheryl rolling her eyes.
"What are you going to…." Started Michelle.
"Don't," she said.
They got their food and ate in silence mostly. She didn't need to be told she was a failure by anyone. She knew it. She was always to something. To short, to quiet, too angry, too loud, to Cheryl. She sighed. When it was time to go she saw a man looking at her but he was soon gone. She didn't think of it. Michelle dropped her off and she went inside. She went to the fridge and got a soda. She saw the larger bottle was open and poured a drink from that. No sense opening a can.
She turned on the TV and watched something. Conan was on and he was especially fun that night. She was finishing her drink when she started feeling dizzy. She sat up as she saw a blur of blue. She shook her head to try and shake it off. She soon fell back on the couch. As her eyes drifted closed she heard something.
"I've found you."
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