"This is not a short story"
A very long story made by:
Keith04
[ hi I'm new here so please spare me your criticism on my grammar misspelled words and definitely, my nonsense…tnx… hope you enjoy this…uh…thing… that you're about to read…that's all... :
Chapter 1
[the girl the boy and the skate board
O nce or twice or even thrice [I'd write forice but I don't think there's such., there was a girl named Ria Hansen. She has long reddish-brown hair with eyes just the same and her skin shined from white. And what's she got to do with anything, you might ask… she, my dear reader, has just made someone very, very, VERY disturbed…
He slammed the door shut, walked passed his sister's demands, locked himself inside his own room and slumped on bed, wondering. What had happened? He didn't know as well. He has never been this upset, annoyed, confused, annoyed, mistreated, annoyed and especially annoyed at someone who he has never met before! What had happened?! He didn't quite get it as well.
He tried to retrace his steps in his aching brain…
There was a heavy down pour of rain [probably to match the happenings that are about to happen in these happening events… and he rode his bicycle as innocent as he could. Though as much as he tried, luck just weren't with him…as usual. A girl with long reddish-brown hair with eyes just the same and her skin shined from white [familiar? appeared from a corner of a corner of a street. Before he could give the slightest thought of thinking, both collided with each other and sent their things flying in mid-air. And one of those things was a skate board, a skate board that belonged to a girl, a girl who cherished that skate board of many reasons. It flew out in the open road where everything was open, and a six or ten or how many wheeled wheeler truck came after it…and so did the girl. The truck won the race of destruction and future chaos, because as much as the boy regretted it, he caught her just in time before any blood was spilled.
"Why'd you do that for?!" demanded the girl pushing him away as hard as she could that he almost stumbled on his feet.
"Well if it wasn't for me you're probably dead by now!" he retorted.
"Well if it wasn't for you none of this could've happened!"
"Are you saying it's my fault you're alive??"
"No, I'm saying it's your fault why my skateboard's broken!!"
"if you just look—"
"If you just didn't ride you're bike—"
"It's a free country I can do whatever I want!"
"Being free means taking responsibility for your actions," she said getting redder and redder by the minute, "not being stupid and do idiotic things!"
And she walled off leaving him there with his confused brain…