Tis an insert from my story
I pressed my forefingers against my temples and closed my eyes tight. The previous images of the day made my head hurt even worse.As I massaged my temples, I heard four lazy footsteps, about 5 feet away. I hesitantely looked up to see what was there, hoping that it wouldn't be something else that would make my day even more of a hell than it already was. Of course, I was wrong.
"Hooowwey, stop playing around. You heard what the principle said about alcohol in school, you could get suspended," exclaimed the harlequin girl, all the while giggling her little heart away. Her cheeks burnt red, and her makeup was smeared, I could pretty much figure what they had been doing not to long ago just by the way she looked. Although, from a distance, she could have been mistaken for one of those traditional high school lovebirds, that is, if she didn't look like she had just come from partying non-stop in the red light district.
"Oh come on babe, *hiccup* just take one sip. I swear it's not spiked or nothin'. C'mon, *hiccup* do it for me *hiccup* pleeessseee," replied the sickilingly intoxicated testrone boy. He looked like he could be a part time pimp, though a very dirty, stinky one. The clothes he wore stuck out drastically, all he needed was a cane and a hat and he would be good to go work on 54th street, or wherever it is pimps work.
"Oh, Howey watch out, there's a girl sitting right there." Well at least she was a little perceptive, unlike her idiot boyfriend who almost toppled onto me. Alas, this parade of pure teenage idiocy, and outlandish hormones was just to good to pass up. I got comfortable in the spot on my bench and sat back to enjoy the show.
"Babe, *hiccup*, baby *hiccup*, I'm not blind. I can see HIM sitting over on the bench. I'm not that wasted, see..." at this point I had gotten a bit upset about the boys HIM statement, but decided to way my options in the situation. If I were to leave and try to navigate the school on my own, sans map, I would no doubtely get lost and/or injured in the process. While on the other hand, if I were to stay here, I would end up seeing some drunken idiot make an even bigger a** out of himself, and maybe (if I'm lucky), find someone to guide me around school. There were know real drwabacks with option 2, unless the drunkard decided that he didn't quite favor the color of my hair and wanted to rip it out. And in that scenario, I figure I could outrun a guy who couldn't even walk in a straight line without stumbling over some invisible rock. So, as usual, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to stay where I was, and brush of the idiot's previous comment on my gender."See babe, look, if I was drunk *hiccup*, c-could I do this.." At this point her was about a foot away from me and my bench. As if it wasn't obvious enough that he was nowhere near soberville, he still wanted to prove the girl otherwise. And so, the drunkard began his little stunt by slowly placing his right index finger slightly above the tip of his nose. This was when I noticed the half empty liquior bottle clutched firmly within his left hand. *Now this could get interesting* I thought as I leaned forward to watch his feet as he wobbled across an imaginary whit line. I'd never seem someone so intoxicated before in my whole life, that he would try to prove that he wasn't drunk, by doing a police sberity test."See Babe, you see! I can do it, *hiccup* I can..."
All of a sudden he lost his balance, and came literally barreling towards me with the bottle high above his head.
"HOWEY! WATCH OUT!" was the last thing I heard before a searing pain spred throughout the top of my head and everything went black.
*Oh, dear, kind God, why me? Why does it always have to be me?....Wait I think I know why. It's because I, Alison J. Pine, am a Loser and will always be a Loser until the day I die. Nothing more and nothing less.
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I pressed my forefingers against my temples and closed my eyes tight. The previous images of the day made my head hurt even worse.As I massaged my temples, I heard four lazy footsteps, about 5 feet away. I hesitantely looked up to see what was there, hoping that it wouldn't be something else that would make my day even more of a hell than it already was. Of course, I was wrong.
"Hooowwey, stop playing around. You heard what the principle said about alcohol in school, you could get suspended," exclaimed the harlequin girl, all the while giggling her little heart away. Her cheeks burnt red, and her makeup was smeared, I could pretty much figure what they had been doing not to long ago just by the way she looked. Although, from a distance, she could have been mistaken for one of those traditional high school lovebirds, that is, if she didn't look like she had just come from partying non-stop in the red light district.
"Oh come on babe, *hiccup* just take one sip. I swear it's not spiked or nothin'. C'mon, *hiccup* do it for me *hiccup* pleeessseee," replied the sickilingly intoxicated testrone boy. He looked like he could be a part time pimp, though a very dirty, stinky one. The clothes he wore stuck out drastically, all he needed was a cane and a hat and he would be good to go work on 54th street, or wherever it is pimps work.
"Oh, Howey watch out, there's a girl sitting right there." Well at least she was a little perceptive, unlike her idiot boyfriend who almost toppled onto me. Alas, this parade of pure teenage idiocy, and outlandish hormones was just to good to pass up. I got comfortable in the spot on my bench and sat back to enjoy the show.
"Babe, *hiccup*, baby *hiccup*, I'm not blind. I can see HIM sitting over on the bench. I'm not that wasted, see..." at this point I had gotten a bit upset about the boys HIM statement, but decided to way my options in the situation. If I were to leave and try to navigate the school on my own, sans map, I would no doubtely get lost and/or injured in the process. While on the other hand, if I were to stay here, I would end up seeing some drunken idiot make an even bigger a** out of himself, and maybe (if I'm lucky), find someone to guide me around school. There were know real drwabacks with option 2, unless the drunkard decided that he didn't quite favor the color of my hair and wanted to rip it out. And in that scenario, I figure I could outrun a guy who couldn't even walk in a straight line without stumbling over some invisible rock. So, as usual, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to stay where I was, and brush of the idiot's previous comment on my gender."See babe, look, if I was drunk *hiccup*, c-could I do this.." At this point her was about a foot away from me and my bench. As if it wasn't obvious enough that he was nowhere near soberville, he still wanted to prove the girl otherwise. And so, the drunkard began his little stunt by slowly placing his right index finger slightly above the tip of his nose. This was when I noticed the half empty liquior bottle clutched firmly within his left hand. *Now this could get interesting* I thought as I leaned forward to watch his feet as he wobbled across an imaginary whit line. I'd never seem someone so intoxicated before in my whole life, that he would try to prove that he wasn't drunk, by doing a police sberity test."See Babe, you see! I can do it, *hiccup* I can..."
All of a sudden he lost his balance, and came literally barreling towards me with the bottle high above his head.
"HOWEY! WATCH OUT!" was the last thing I heard before a searing pain spred throughout the top of my head and everything went black.
*Oh, dear, kind God, why me? Why does it always have to be me?....Wait I think I know why. It's because I, Alison J. Pine, am a Loser and will always be a Loser until the day I die. Nothing more and nothing less.
Rawr check out my Quizilla account for more domokun xxSapphireStarsxx
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