Chapter 6
That kid sure knew how to run. He would hit the ball and flit across the bases like a butterfly. When he stopped he would wave. At me. I put up my hood of my sweatshirt to hide, tightening the strings. Maybe, he would think I disappeared.
"Are you Edward's girlfriend?" The tittering voice asked. My hoodie cave obviously wasn't doing it's job. She could still see me.
I pulled off the hood and stared at the dark haired girl. She looked like she hacked off her hair with a pair of rusty scissors. It was more definitive proof that they were a family of mental patients.
"That's highly unlikely, don't think?" I went through my back pack and hunted for gum. I wouldn't normally offer it to others, but the idea of her having to concentrate on chewing and not talking was tempting.
The girl looked me up and down. "It makes sense actually. He loves brown things."
Of course, this was sound logic to the deranged.
She continued, "Do you want to go to the mall?"
"Do I look like the type that goes to the mall?"
"You look like the type to rummage in a dumpster for ugly sweatshirts," she stated matter of fact way.
This girl, Alice had potential. A spark of snark. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad to...
"You would look nice in purple."
She just had to ruin it.