"Hey Allie, take the trash out on your way past please."
"Fiiiiiine." I called back, slinging my backpack over one shoulder and grabbing my keys from the table. Honestly what am I some kind of slave child? I don't think so. I thought as I passed the bulging waste bin and left through the back door.
I had more important things to do, plus the trash was gross and I didn't wanna touch it. There was a reason I'd never been called 'mommy's little angel' although to be honest I thought I was pretty good as daughters went. I made her a necklace out of macaroni and string back when I was six, and I wasn't currently addicted to anything other than pop tarts. What more could she want?
I picked up a stick from the gutter at the side of the road and started absently running it along the little white fences of the chocolate box street that ran before me. I put my headphones in and found myself another stick, transforming into the best freakin air drummer that Greenfield Avenue had ever seen.
"BOW BEFORE ME MORTAL-"
The air in my chest was sharply cut out and repositioned itself underneath me. I was- I wasn't- on the ground? I could feel wind rushing past me and all I could see was the blue of the sky. I had never seen anything so sharp and clear, it was beautiful. How could I have never noticed the sky like this?
Then I could see grey. Spinning towards me faster and faster and faster. Glass and metal and blood red. The Tarmac rushed to greet me as gravity crushed me against it. I couldn't breathe to scream as I felt my body come apart at the impact. Tearing and snapping and then nothing.
Nothing but black.
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Fantasy****COMPLETED**** ~ Every movement of his lips against mine seemed to scold me, how dare I try to run away, how dare I even think of it? My hand found its way to his hair and I grabbed hold of it tightly, how dare he try to stop me? ~ Bratty teenage...
