Good things follow Bad Ones..., chapter 6
***Narrator's P.O.V. ***
Darcey stared at the computer screen, a story on GSB was upon the screen. It was called 'Good things follow bad ones... '
"What a crap story!" She though with a hint of rage, I have half an hour at the library a week and I wasted it reading this!" Marching out into the storm, rain was already coming down fast burning into Darcey's skin, in only t-shirt and jeans, the cold weather hit her like a slap in the face.
Cars drove past, not even giving Darcey a second glance, she looked out of place. Put her in the mosh pit on a sunny day and she would have fit like a glove. Her black eyeliner crossed with her mascara began to drain down her face.
"Why didn't I wear my waterproof mascara?" She squinted, trying to see the path in front of her through the heavy downpour. Darcey's teeth began to chatter as she suspected her lips turning blue; her forehead began to burn with the ice cold drops from the heavens above.
"Goth!" a bunch of chavs rode past on their bikes, trying to look tough. Shaking her head, Darcey continued home. Labels were the one thing Darcey hated most in the world, she was a nothing and happy that way.
Opening her front door, Darcey carefully closed it, checking that no one was in, before making her way up stairs, getting changed. The wet clothes were thrown straight in the bin,
"I can't exactly clean them with no washing machine and Richard won't help, good thing they were old!" Putting on some dry clothes, she went downstairs, and sat on her favourite chair. Picking up her book, she began to read.
Want to find out what happens with Darcey? Who is Richard? Why is her life so shit? Read my story 'You should know me better', it's already up so go on!
here's the first paragraph!"
Each drop of rain sounded like it could shatter the glass of the single paned window, echoing through the dark room, a candle barely flickered on the other side. Darcey tried to read her book, screwing up her eyes to read the tiny print on the worn paper. The chair beneath her groaned with age. Sighing, she laid the book down, beginning her way up to her bedroom. Pausing to rub the sleep from her eyes, but failing, she continued up. The stairs creaked with each step no matter how gentle.
"Quick" she thought to herself. "before he comes home". The front door slammed back, the top hinge breaking off.
"Oi, you fucking bitch," a voice slurred from the doorway.
Darcey stared at the computer screen, a story on GSB was upon the screen. It was called 'Good things follow bad ones... '
"What a crap story!" She though with a hint of rage, I have half an hour at the library a week and I wasted it reading this!" Marching out into the storm, rain was already coming down fast burning into Darcey's skin, in only t-shirt and jeans, the cold weather hit her like a slap in the face.
Cars drove past, not even giving Darcey a second glance, she looked out of place. Put her in the mosh pit on a sunny day and she would have fit like a glove. Her black eyeliner crossed with her mascara began to drain down her face.
"Why didn't I wear my waterproof mascara?" She squinted, trying to see the path in front of her through the heavy downpour. Darcey's teeth began to chatter as she suspected her lips turning blue; her forehead began to burn with the ice cold drops from the heavens above.
"Goth!" a bunch of chavs rode past on their bikes, trying to look tough. Shaking her head, Darcey continued home. Labels were the one thing Darcey hated most in the world, she was a nothing and happy that way.
Opening her front door, Darcey carefully closed it, checking that no one was in, before making her way up stairs, getting changed. The wet clothes were thrown straight in the bin,
"I can't exactly clean them with no washing machine and Richard won't help, good thing they were old!" Putting on some dry clothes, she went downstairs, and sat on her favourite chair. Picking up her book, she began to read.
Want to find out what happens with Darcey? Who is Richard? Why is her life so shit? Read my story 'You should know me better', it's already up so go on!
here's the first paragraph!"
Each drop of rain sounded like it could shatter the glass of the single paned window, echoing through the dark room, a candle barely flickered on the other side. Darcey tried to read her book, screwing up her eyes to read the tiny print on the worn paper. The chair beneath her groaned with age. Sighing, she laid the book down, beginning her way up to her bedroom. Pausing to rub the sleep from her eyes, but failing, she continued up. The stairs creaked with each step no matter how gentle.
"Quick" she thought to herself. "before he comes home". The front door slammed back, the top hinge breaking off.
"Oi, you fucking bitch," a voice slurred from the doorway.
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