Hey kids!! Yeah its me, Maniac Conlon. Now known as Magnet…I wrote this quite awhile ago. I couldn't just give up on writing, now could I? That would be ridiculous. Umm my writing style is quite a bit different now though. See if you like it please.
New places. New people. More names she knew she wouldn't remember in a year. But that's the way it goes. Sometimes the past never forgets. She stood in front of a building, nothing impressive about it. But then again, it took a lot to impress her. Her was the only good way to describe this girl. She had too many names. Too many past zip codes.
Her hand lifted to knock on the door, but dropped down to her side again. Was this really what she wanted to do? Drag more people into the tangled web of her past? Would they ever be able to tell the difference? Perhaps, but unlikely. She'd gotten too good at covering her own trail. Way too good. If she ever saw someone she recognized, she'd be the only one surprised. So it goes.
She finally knocked on the door. A boy around her age opened it. He was quite good looking but it didn't strike a cord in her. Doing such things at that took a lot.
"Who're you?" he asked, almost nicely. She tried to think of what he saw when he looked at her. She was about 5 foot 8. One-twenty pounds. Red-black hair and hazel eyes. Not a whole hell of a lot to look at.
You could say quite a bit more for him. Tall, brown-ish/blonde-ish hair, a cowboy hat hanging down his back. She thought about his question and couldn't think of a good answer. She found her voice and looked him straight in the eye.
"I don't know," she simply stated. He looked confused but then shrugged.
"I guess that's fine. Well, ya wouldn't be knockin on the door if you didn't wanna come in, so follow me.
And with that she stepped into her newest life.
New places. New people. More names she knew she wouldn't remember in a year. But that's the way it goes. Sometimes the past never forgets. She stood in front of a building, nothing impressive about it. But then again, it took a lot to impress her. Her was the only good way to describe this girl. She had too many names. Too many past zip codes.
Her hand lifted to knock on the door, but dropped down to her side again. Was this really what she wanted to do? Drag more people into the tangled web of her past? Would they ever be able to tell the difference? Perhaps, but unlikely. She'd gotten too good at covering her own trail. Way too good. If she ever saw someone she recognized, she'd be the only one surprised. So it goes.
She finally knocked on the door. A boy around her age opened it. He was quite good looking but it didn't strike a cord in her. Doing such things at that took a lot.
"Who're you?" he asked, almost nicely. She tried to think of what he saw when he looked at her. She was about 5 foot 8. One-twenty pounds. Red-black hair and hazel eyes. Not a whole hell of a lot to look at.
You could say quite a bit more for him. Tall, brown-ish/blonde-ish hair, a cowboy hat hanging down his back. She thought about his question and couldn't think of a good answer. She found her voice and looked him straight in the eye.
"I don't know," she simply stated. He looked confused but then shrugged.
"I guess that's fine. Well, ya wouldn't be knockin on the door if you didn't wanna come in, so follow me.
And with that she stepped into her newest life.