street fight vs. mean girl {stare} blitz
Sept 16, 2017 14:46:21 GMT -5
Post by ♛ scandal on Sept 16, 2017 14:46:21 GMT -5
headra
"Headra? Can you come down for a second?" My mothers voice yells. The sound is carried up to my room, and into my ears. I groan, as I just started some work for school, and I actually felt like doing it. Most likely when I come back upstairs, I wouldn't feel like doing it again. But, I have to obey my mom or I will get in trouble, so..., they choice is obvious. I see my mother sitting at the counter, most likely waiting for me.
"Headra, honey, I need you to go pick something up in the the poor area of town. A shop called, District 8 Thrift clothing has this amazing new fabric, and I want you to buy it all from them. They can't resist the money were offering." I smirk at her, and bow accordingly.
"Of course, your majesty." I say in a mocking tone.
I walk out of my house, dressing in my most fabulous clothes to make everyone in the slums feel like losers. I bet they already do, but rubbing it in will only make it more fun for me, so of course I am going to do it.
I could tell I was in the slums now as the terrible smell of piss and poor people hit my nose. People looked at me with envious glares as I walked down the street. I looked down at my feet so I didn't get a disease from looking at the poor people. Then, I run into somebody. I look up to see, not an ugly girl, which is surprising, but I could tell she was one of the poor ones.
"Please move, I don't want to catch your family's unsuccessfulness."
"Headra, honey, I need you to go pick something up in the the poor area of town. A shop called, District 8 Thrift clothing has this amazing new fabric, and I want you to buy it all from them. They can't resist the money were offering." I smirk at her, and bow accordingly.
"Of course, your majesty." I say in a mocking tone.
I walk out of my house, dressing in my most fabulous clothes to make everyone in the slums feel like losers. I bet they already do, but rubbing it in will only make it more fun for me, so of course I am going to do it.
I could tell I was in the slums now as the terrible smell of piss and poor people hit my nose. People looked at me with envious glares as I walked down the street. I looked down at my feet so I didn't get a disease from looking at the poor people. Then, I run into somebody. I look up to see, not an ugly girl, which is surprising, but I could tell she was one of the poor ones.
"Please move, I don't want to catch your family's unsuccessfulness."
