Okay, this is the first actual story I've ever done, so don't expect good writing. Please criticise me.
She woke up. She was in her bed, dressed in an oversized onesie.
Her voice was croaky; she wasn't getting out of bed for another few hours at this rate. She grabbed her phone – not without failing a couple times – and discovered that the time was… 3:38… in the afternoon… oh well, it wasn't like she had anything to do in her meaningless life. After finally deciding to get up, she brushed her teeth, dressed in her favourite eye-murderingly bright red clothes, and went downstairs to make herself a quick piece of toast. Then she proceeded to shovel it into her mouth.
Upon opening the front door, she noticed something odd: the vehicles were going astoundingly fast… had she missed something? She didn't remember anything happening on November 6th…
Uhh, alright… yeah no, I'm not crossing the road today.
After talking to herself, she walked out into the street, where she found a flyer lying on the floor.
65% off sale at the Sunflower's Stash, down at Laxe Street!
And so she began her 15 minute trek down to Laxe Street. She slowly walked down the grey streets, with a smooth stride and her head looking down at her feet. And then came the hard part. She had to cross a road to get there, and I'm assuming you remember what the roads were like.
Nothing hit her – luckily she has the greatest plot armour in the history of man – but she bumped into the pole on the other side because she's fucking stupid apparently. She kept walking, though with a red mark across her face, and eventually she did make it. She entered the almighty 'Sunflower's Stash' she started looking around, not sure exactly what she was looking for though. But she had now entered the store, and she couldn't come out until she bought something. At least not without feeling some kind of guilt. Eventually she did pick a hamster-themed journal from the massive wall of diaries; she would've gotten something else, but she didn't have much money to spare, and anyway, barely any of the stuff in the store was useful And so, she made her way to the check-out.
"Here," she said in a monotone voice, passing the singular item.
"Just this?"
She nodded.
"That'll be 2.50"
She then spent 20 long seconds looking for three coins and passed them along. "That'll be all, thanks."
"Receipt?"
"No thanks," and then she proceeded to awkwardly walk out of the shop, journal in hand.
Upon walking out of the store, she decided to check her watch. 8:06pm…
And then she was hit. So she died. No, not by a mythical truck, but by a Gameboy Advance that fell out of the sky. And so it hit her in the head, and she died. There was also a hamster taped onto the back of the aforementioned Gameboy Advance, not sure why though.