The characters and setting that are in this story are not of my own they belong in copyright to the makers of Fooly Cooly.
The next area I went was the bridge; of course besides the school this is the last place I know of. Mamini's cigarette butts are all over the place. I could tell on what day she smoked them. The butts with lipstick on were the days she….well…you know. And some of the butts weren't fully smoked so they had writing on them. I never understood why she wrote on her cigarettes. There were some that were still in a pack. The Brand was a popular one 777 was the name on it. What a weird name. Like some one that was too lazy to make up a good name so they use one number three times. Like 666 but the closes thing to it. It doesn't match the brown butts on the ground so it must be expensive. She was homeless so it makes sense that she always bought the cheap kind.
"Why does she always to this, like its fun or something, does it taste good, ehh mines as well."
I took the pack and put it in my bag after grabbing one. I didn't have a lighter but that didn't matter that much.
"Lets see start in the center, one, two, three, to the left, four down, and pull."
Just as predictable as I thought. Her extra lighter. It was one of those cheap ones. Blue as usual. What's up with her and blue. Doesn't really matter. I took a puff.
For time sake and because I have nothing else better to think about I mine as well tell you about Mamini. She was a pyromaniac. Always lighting things up. The only time that the town had to stop worrying about having "wild" fires was when my brother was around. She was sane back then. Then ever since she got that stupid game of her's and by brother left, fires have sprung up all over the town. People are really getting pissed off. I think she light things up to give her attention from my brother and me. But once she was able to show her affection for my brother then she stopped needing to be rebellious and stop lighting things on fire. From what I heard in his room she was able to light something else on fire just as easily. Well I mean she is 17 and all and she is alone so I guess that can explain the amount of attention to me that I got from her when my brother was gone. Well I understand the addiction to cigarettes but I mean she could have chosen a better tasting lipstick. Yuck that stuff tastes worse than these cigs.
"Ehh tastes bad, like old pepper flakes. Well what ever. One or two wont hurt."
It never seemed to hurt Mamini, man, me smoking at this age. What's up? I wonder if she woul…. forget it, she's not here ill do what I want. I looked at the cig that was next to me. 'Sometimes never' man Mamini why do you write such weird stuff?
"Whatever."
The next thing I new three cigs were gone and it was raining. I looked at the clock it was nearing nighttime. "Ehh dads probably out drunk ill just sleep here tonight." Thank fully Mamini left her stuff.
I set up the bag and put out the last of the cig, "Damn, it sure is cold alone."