A 12 year old girl, laid on a fluffy giant bed surrounded by tons of pillows and was covered by the canopy bed curtains bringing a serene yet lonely feeling. White silky hair scattered around the bed was dampen by the pearl-like tears streamed down from the plump and rosy cheeks of the lass. Slight sobs could be heard from this room, echos throughout the hush sounds of the world. The bright moon shone vividly against the sleeping belle. Within this moment as if the world felt pity, the world at this split second was at its finest, as though to give solace upon the belle.
Outside, the sunlight peaked through the closed curtains like it were to awaken the sleeping belle.
With a jerk, I woke up. At this moment, in the end times, having a rare moment of tranquility was greatly valued. If it were to be like before the end times I would have-cring!cring!cring! the damn clock broke my first train of thought in the morning. I crawled into the source of the sound, my alarm clock...huh? my alarm clock? what?! huh?! with considerable speed I went to turn off the clock, leaving my train of thoughts to start. I am certain that this must be a dream! and proceed to pinch my healthy white smooth skin leaving a red mark, it look quite inconspicuous at the unblemished porcelain skin. With that I am most certain that I have-
"-Rebirth."
Holy guacamole! I couldn't help but jump up and down my bed because of my excitement. A few moments later, I calmed down. I check my phone across the bedside table, 7:15am May 22, 2045. A year before the end times. April 22, 2046 the day the end time began. The nightmare of all beings on earth.
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The happy little wingman for hopeless young men!
AdventurePeople learn how to be a wingman for hopeless idiots in the end times! I only have one wish...let me drink cola till I die, don't take them away, cola is the only happiness I can manifest in my lonely, lazyass bish, and miniscule of pessimestic soul...
