I spent the first two weeks of my summer vacation just trying to keep my sanity in tact. I prepared all my meals in the kitchen, but made sure to take advantage of the fact that my mother was not here by eating foods with absolutely no nutritional value. I played a lot of Wii and playstation, and watched a lot of horror movies. I spent a lot of time on the treadmill, but that was about it. I knew my sanity was slowly slipping away because of the absence of human interaction. By the third week I'd had enough. I through on some converse, a pair of jeans, and a black sweatshirt, and tossed my hair up in a messy bun. After throwing on some foundation, eyeliner, and mascara, I snuck out threw one of my secret passageways. I headed off to Roseville. I knew it would be irresponsible to make any serious contact with civilians, so I decided to just sit on a bench and people watch. I remembered this bench from quite long time ago.
I first saw a young couple walking down the sidewalk hand in hand. The female was about 5'3 with fake blonde hair, blue eyes, a bit of pudge all around, a small scar on her left shoulder, and a diamond engagement ring on her ring finger. The male was about 6'2, with greasy red hair, and was slightly overweight.
"When are we going to set a date sweetie?" she asked him sweetly.
"Whenever you want cupcake" he answered with an extremely nasally voice.
"What are you saying? You don't even care, do you? You're only marrying me so that woman at your office who only dates married men will sleep with you!" she screamed before running off. This drama queen obviously had some serious emotional and paranoia issues.
"No, cupcake! I already asked her. She said she'd never even go to dinner with a dumpy unwashed piece of trash like me! I only have eyes for you! Come back!" he yelled struggling to catch up with her. I couldn't help but laugh.
The next thing I noticed was a very undressed girl strutting down the center of the street. She was wearing a very short mini skirt with a belly shirt, and a pink purse hanging from her shoulder. Her face was loaded with makeup, and her hair was in a ponytail with a ridiculous amount of volume, to show off her hoop earrings which were probably large enough to fit around my wrists. She was obviously the town tramp, judging by the fact that she was being followed by a crowd of Italian boys with there pants at there knees and there heads in there asses with childish grins on there faces.
And finally, the last thing I noticed was Dillon, and his crowd of goons walking. Right. Towards. Me. Yes! Someone I could make contact with.
"Daddies rich girl" he greeted when he reached me.
"Dillon" I replied, trying to be as civil as possible. "That's King Dillon to you. Didn't your daddy ever teach you to be respectful when talking to someone who's clearly better than you" he grinned. His little friends laughed and "Oh!"ed.
A mischievous smile spread across my face before I retorted, "No, but he did teach me this" I said before punching him in the face, and kneeing him in the balls. He fell to the ground and moaned in pain. I just blew on my fist for show, and laughed.
"Watch out baby, I might have to tell your daddy about this, and you'll get a spanking. Or maybe he'll do something even worse like take away your big mansion." one of his goons yelled stepping closer to me.
"Daddy's not here!" I yelled before punching him in his gut and placing him in a very well planned out headlock. "So who are you going to tell now?" I finished through clenched teeth.
"Him" the boy moaned while pointing to a police officer standing a few yards away. Whoops....
ZACH'S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
