Here is the next chapter. This chapter may seem irrelevent, but keep reading and you'll see how it works out. Enjoy...
Disclaimer: I, Elana Vital, do not own any of the terms or characters from the Invader Zim TV show. I've only admired them :)
...Sally Bledsoe walked home from the bus stop as she did nearly every night...Alone. It was nearly 12:30 at night, and most would think a young woman of 32 whose rather petite form of an umipressive 95 lbs would be almost begging for a mugger to jump out of the alley way and attack her. But Sally was a tough little lady who despite her small size could put a bold face on the dangers and dissappointments of life. She was terrified out of her wits, but by her distinctive stride and her determined expression, and with her bunted nose pointed haughtily in the air, no one would've guessed it. But she was very much alone, and that was always the point.
She was single, of course, and had been a bridesmaid many times. All her friends from highschool and college were now moms with mini-vans and playdates and little white picket fences. Sally went to work at the Convast Promotionals and Financing office during the day and at night fell asleep in front of her television with a flat beer in her hand and a half-eaten TV dinner on her coffee table.
She couldn't imagine what went wrong. She was pretty enough to get a man, she had been told, and even had her fair share of blind dates, long-term relationships and one night stands. But they never amounted to anything, and if she was honest with herself, she might've been able to guess why. She had disliked people in general. They were always looking out for their own wants and needs, and she'd felt that if she let them, they would suck her dry. In the past, she had watched smugly as her old friends grew round and fat with pregnancy, complaining about how their husbands never helped out around the house and how their credit bills were almost impossible to keep up with, and how they no longer felt young and beautiful. That wasn't going to happen to her, she promised herself. She wouldn't let anyone take away her life.
But as she came nearer and nearer to her thirties, she noticed her friends' tunes begin to change. Their round fatness eventually faded away with Mommy and Me aerobics and cutting out carbs. Their complaints evolved to funny annecdotes of motherhood and memories. They seemed generally...happy. And Sally wasn't. She was lonely, but she had her career. She was lonley, but she had a flat, trim tummy. She was lonely, but she hid it well, just as she hid her nervousness as she clip-clopped past the darkest set of alleys on 34th and Ridgewood...
And that's it for now. I have more, and will upload the rest soon...
Thank you
E.V.