Prompt 9- Tooth
A/N: I'm introducing some OCs- ish. Hope you enjoy!
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Her left hand played with her cousin's sharp tooth hanging round her neck on some ratty string. Warily, she eyed the sleeping girl next to her, as the bus rattled through some thick sea fog- it was thicker than coral soup, and the rain lightly pattered on the windows, creating a soothing melody for all hit hard travellers.
She herself was not affected, however, by the lull of the raindrops, and after confirming that her young companion was indeed asleep, she yanked out a crumpled, dog eared letter from the pocket of her worn jeans with her right hand.
Her sweat moistened hand soon made the paper slightly damp, and her other hand continued to play with the tooth all the while. The bus rumbled on, and she looked out of the window.
A hard to read sign read, through the extremely thick fog- 'Bikini Bottom- 40 miles.'
The young stingray realised that soon, she and her daughter would have to disembark 40 miles from now.
On the floor beside the girl's feet, lay a worm, fast asleep, tail drooped protectively round the young girl's legs. It had not been easy sneaking their faithful companion on board, but neither stingray wanted to leave their faithful friend behind.
Unscrewing her cousin's tooth like a lid, the older stingray pulled out a piece of paper firmly tucked inside.
It read, simply;
Bikini Bottom,
Brace.