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Just One Glance
by Spork Master G
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Gaz truged her way through the dark, eerie streets. She huddled itno her jacket and pushed her pale, milky hands deep into her pockets, away from the harsh winds. Blocking out every and any noises around her, she started to think about her current predicament.
She was going to meet an online friend.
This could end in either one of two possibilities.
ONE : A beautiful, caring friendship could blossom and they would be friends through out the rest of their days
Or. . .
TWO : He kills her.
The last one didn't seem so good.
Every cell in her brain was telling her to turn around and go home, hoping he doesn't log on for awhile. Yet, she didn't, even though she very well knew that's what she should have done. Instead, she kept walking to her destination, hoping for the best. Hoping she wouldn't end up on the 10 o'clock news. A pathetic case of a stupid teenage girl that willingly put her self in obvious danger.
She was shaken from her thoughts by a soft tap on her shoulder. She growled viciously and whirled around, bringing her face to face with a homeless man. His weak, frail skin sagging and tired, his grey matted hair, tangled, intertwined with leaves and dirt.
His blood shot eyes widened in horror as Gaz shot him a death glare. He gaped for a mere second.
"M-m-miss. . . please, could you spare any change. . .anything would help mee. . ." he peladed.
Gaz, annoyed, rolled her brown eyes. She bent down and came to his face and narrowed her eyes at him.
"If you needed money, you should get a job then," she said rudely. The poor, elderly homeless man whimpered and turned to hobble off. Gaz let a heavy sigh escape her lips and she dug her hand into her pocket.
"WAIT. Here," she said, shoving a 5 dollar bill in the man's direction. His face brightened and he gently took the money out of her hand.
"Thank you, thank you for your generousity. . . " he nodded to her. "May god bless."
Gaz rolled her eyes at his last, religious note and felt she should stop him from making such a big deal out of it.
"Yeah, well, your lucky I'm probably going to die right now. If you find me laying naked in the gutter, anally raped, feel free to steal my wallet," she said darkly. The man gave her an odd look and scurried away.
Gaz stood there for a second and observed her surroundings. She looked down the streets, 7 more blocks till she got to her destination. She decided it to continue on her way to certain doom.
AN: Yay! I got an idea of whats gonna happen. I love this story now. I'm thinking of re-writing the first chapter. Nothing majorly different, just making a tiny bit more discrptive and stuff.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :
I just bought this GIR notebook. It has GIR riding a piggy. It's cool.
I saw these ZIM boxers. The elastic lining said DOOM all around it.
There's this ZIM & GIR messenger bag. I want it, but i already have too many backpacks. Maybe I'll get another. Hmmmm. . .
~*~SPORK MASTER G
Just One Glance
by Spork Master G
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Gaz truged her way through the dark, eerie streets. She huddled itno her jacket and pushed her pale, milky hands deep into her pockets, away from the harsh winds. Blocking out every and any noises around her, she started to think about her current predicament.
She was going to meet an online friend.
This could end in either one of two possibilities.
ONE : A beautiful, caring friendship could blossom and they would be friends through out the rest of their days
Or. . .
TWO : He kills her.
The last one didn't seem so good.
Every cell in her brain was telling her to turn around and go home, hoping he doesn't log on for awhile. Yet, she didn't, even though she very well knew that's what she should have done. Instead, she kept walking to her destination, hoping for the best. Hoping she wouldn't end up on the 10 o'clock news. A pathetic case of a stupid teenage girl that willingly put her self in obvious danger.
She was shaken from her thoughts by a soft tap on her shoulder. She growled viciously and whirled around, bringing her face to face with a homeless man. His weak, frail skin sagging and tired, his grey matted hair, tangled, intertwined with leaves and dirt.
His blood shot eyes widened in horror as Gaz shot him a death glare. He gaped for a mere second.
"M-m-miss. . . please, could you spare any change. . .anything would help mee. . ." he peladed.
Gaz, annoyed, rolled her brown eyes. She bent down and came to his face and narrowed her eyes at him.
"If you needed money, you should get a job then," she said rudely. The poor, elderly homeless man whimpered and turned to hobble off. Gaz let a heavy sigh escape her lips and she dug her hand into her pocket.
"WAIT. Here," she said, shoving a 5 dollar bill in the man's direction. His face brightened and he gently took the money out of her hand.
"Thank you, thank you for your generousity. . . " he nodded to her. "May god bless."
Gaz rolled her eyes at his last, religious note and felt she should stop him from making such a big deal out of it.
"Yeah, well, your lucky I'm probably going to die right now. If you find me laying naked in the gutter, anally raped, feel free to steal my wallet," she said darkly. The man gave her an odd look and scurried away.
Gaz stood there for a second and observed her surroundings. She looked down the streets, 7 more blocks till she got to her destination. She decided it to continue on her way to certain doom.
AN: Yay! I got an idea of whats gonna happen. I love this story now. I'm thinking of re-writing the first chapter. Nothing majorly different, just making a tiny bit more discrptive and stuff.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :
I just bought this GIR notebook. It has GIR riding a piggy. It's cool.
I saw these ZIM boxers. The elastic lining said DOOM all around it.
There's this ZIM & GIR messenger bag. I want it, but i already have too many backpacks. Maybe I'll get another. Hmmmm. . .
~*~SPORK MASTER G
