Whatsername, chapter 1
[i]I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....[i]
The blonde haired girl sat on the curb infront of the 7-11. Not doing anything really, just thinking. That blonde haired girl is me. Right now I'm guessing I should be telling you my name. Well, I don't have one.
My mother never named me so from birth I have been called nothing. I only went to school until 6th grade and then got kicked out.
When I was in school, the teachers ignored me and the friends that were willing to be seen with me called me "that girl." I don't have any friends now. I stand alone, walking these empty streets thinking 'does anyone care, if nobody cares?'
It's the way of life. If you really think somebody cares about you, you better think again.
Anyway, as I said before, I have blonde hair, dark blonde actually. Light green eyes too. I'm skinny and kind of short compared to most people my age.
I'm 17 now, I don't live with my mom either. I live alone, in this city of the damned.
It was 8 'o clock, the wind was heavy and the air was crisp. I tightened my jacket around me and hugged myself. "Hey. Hey girl, over here." I jerked my head to my right where a shaddowy figure was standing.
"What?" I asked glaring. A tall guy with black hair stepped out of the darkness.
"Home come you're here all alone?" he asked.
He was dressed in all black, his pants, his shoes, everything. I even caught a glimpse of black nail polish on a couple of his fingers. "No reason," I mumbled.
"You know it's pretty late. It's not safe for a girl like you to be out alone," he stated.
I glared at him, "Than why are you out?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Needed some smokes." I nodded. It was silent for a couple minutes until he said, "I'm Jimmy." I just nodded again. He smiled a little nervously and ran his hand threw his jet black hair. "What's your name?" he finally asked.
"Um, I don't have one." I glanced up at him.
He chuckled, "What do you mean you don't have one?"
"My mom never named me." He stopped snickering.
"Seriously?" he questioned. I nodded. "Wow, thats uh...unusual." I rolled my eyes.
"It's weird, I know."
He smirked. "So what do people call you?"
"Nothing really."
"Oh....hey you wanna slurpee?" he offered.
"I don't have any money."
He chuckled again, "I'll buy."
"Um, okay." I stood up and we walked inside. We walked to the machine and filled our cups.
Jimmy paid for our drinks and we walked back outside. "So, where you stayin' tonight?" he asked.
"A park most likely," I remarked.
He smiled, "Me too."
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....[i]
The blonde haired girl sat on the curb infront of the 7-11. Not doing anything really, just thinking. That blonde haired girl is me. Right now I'm guessing I should be telling you my name. Well, I don't have one.
My mother never named me so from birth I have been called nothing. I only went to school until 6th grade and then got kicked out.
When I was in school, the teachers ignored me and the friends that were willing to be seen with me called me "that girl." I don't have any friends now. I stand alone, walking these empty streets thinking 'does anyone care, if nobody cares?'
It's the way of life. If you really think somebody cares about you, you better think again.
Anyway, as I said before, I have blonde hair, dark blonde actually. Light green eyes too. I'm skinny and kind of short compared to most people my age.
I'm 17 now, I don't live with my mom either. I live alone, in this city of the damned.
It was 8 'o clock, the wind was heavy and the air was crisp. I tightened my jacket around me and hugged myself. "Hey. Hey girl, over here." I jerked my head to my right where a shaddowy figure was standing.
"What?" I asked glaring. A tall guy with black hair stepped out of the darkness.
"Home come you're here all alone?" he asked.
He was dressed in all black, his pants, his shoes, everything. I even caught a glimpse of black nail polish on a couple of his fingers. "No reason," I mumbled.
"You know it's pretty late. It's not safe for a girl like you to be out alone," he stated.
I glared at him, "Than why are you out?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Needed some smokes." I nodded. It was silent for a couple minutes until he said, "I'm Jimmy." I just nodded again. He smiled a little nervously and ran his hand threw his jet black hair. "What's your name?" he finally asked.
"Um, I don't have one." I glanced up at him.
He chuckled, "What do you mean you don't have one?"
"My mom never named me." He stopped snickering.
"Seriously?" he questioned. I nodded. "Wow, thats uh...unusual." I rolled my eyes.
"It's weird, I know."
He smirked. "So what do people call you?"
"Nothing really."
"Oh....hey you wanna slurpee?" he offered.
"I don't have any money."
He chuckled again, "I'll buy."
"Um, okay." I stood up and we walked inside. We walked to the machine and filled our cups.
Jimmy paid for our drinks and we walked back outside. "So, where you stayin' tonight?" he asked.
"A park most likely," I remarked.
He smiled, "Me too."
