AN: So here is another brand new story for you. It will be a little more serious than my other story, And it All Started in the Bathroom. I'm also hoping it will be more popular. I hope every one enjoys it!
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, nothing else. Also, this story is based on Airplanes by: BOB featuring Hayley Williams. I do not own that song either.
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I took another long pull of Vodka through my teeth. Ahh. I leaned back on the scratchy, woolen blanket again. Itchy. Man.
The stars are so awesome…too awesome. I stared up at them suspiciously. Way too spectacular…I stared at them a second longer and then adjusted my arm under my head as a pillow. Who cared if the stars were all mysterious and stuff. Guess what stars? I can be mysterious too! I pulled my sunglasses out of my bag to prove it. Hah. I made some movie-star faces at the stars and then stuck my tongue out at them. So there. I kept up my cool façade as I finished the bottle, reminiscing in the delightful sting as it burned down my throat. I busted out laughing. There was a squirrel about twenty feet away from me! I waved at it absentmindedly, and it ran away. Huh. I sniffed at my armpit. Nope. Not me. Well the squirrel stunk to me too. It needed deodorant way more than I did. I pulled a bottle of wine out of my bag- I figured I might need it.
After finishing about half the glass, my stomach was too full to handle any more, so I let it clunk to the ground, watching the wine slosh into the grass and absorb in. That grass would get happy soon. Maybe it would start dancing. That would be neat. I pulled at the blades of grass and looked back at the black sky.
Wow! It was a shooting star! I watched it for several seconds, making sure that I wasn't just imagining it. Nope. It was definitely there. I tried to stand up, but I promptly fell back on my butt. I gazed up at it and said, "Please, God, mystical forces, who ever is out there, Brad Pitt, help me. Just help me." I ran my hands through my hair. " I know I'm not perfect, but I'm a good citizen, I give my seats on the bus to the elderly, if they come around. I stopped that guy from taking the little girl at the playground. Helped out that baby sitter. That terrible baby sitter." I stopped to laugh. "Can't I get a little I scratch my back, you scratch yours…" I mimed out scratching my back and scratching an imaginary person's back. "Like that. I don't deserve this treatment, do I?"
The star was long gone by now, I kind of missed it. I plopped back down on my back to take a little nap, and leave this world, for a better one.
AN: So this is just the prologue, that is why this chapter is so short. Please review!