Once upon a time, there
was a beautiful woman. She was the most beautiful woman in all the land. Her
beautiful long blonde hair, and her eyes that were Caribbean blue. She never
realized her beauty, but everyone across the land did. She lived with her
sister, who wasn’t that much older than her. Their parents had died a long time
ago, when she was about 7 and her sister was 9 at the time. Her parents died
when a huge wave came and swept the boat off to sea. Everyone across the land didn’t
know if they were dead or not. Everyone assumed
they were dead because they had been missing at sea for almost 2 weeks, when
everyone realized that something was wrong when they didn’t come back. That
left her and her sister to fend for themselves. Then the sisters decided that
they would start to prepare a life without them they did all the grown up
things such as cooking and cleaning and growing food. As time went on the
sisters noticed that they weren’t coming back and decided that it’s best to
keep a memorial in their honor. On the day of graduation of their honor. They decided to
bring all the people they knew. Some people barged in the graduation like if it
were some random party. All of a sudden drinks were being brought and loud
music was played. The original people that were invited to the ceremony were
shocked and didn’t know how to throw them out so they decided to party along
with them. Chips were being tossed all around and eventually a glass broke and
everything had been great until the glass was in someone’s arm or leg or
something. There was just blood everywhere. But some people were too drunk or
too high to notice. Someone had the balls to call the police though. And the
red and blue lights of the police cars and the ambulance cut through the
atmosphere like cake. Ah, cake. I can remember having my first piece over the
dead body of the joker. Robin stood by
me as I spilled the crumbs of pistachio mint chai on the soulless course of my
would be killer. Robins dog watch and
licked up any remains left on the jokers face.
His makeup getting on the dog until finally the dog turned on us and laughed
like the joker. It was THE MASK.
I did not like this alter
ego. No longer sweet and loveable this
dog actually seems arrogant and malicious.
I feel like this dog is about to attack me.
As if this dog is just a
killer in waiting. I wonder what has made this way. Bad time growing p at the pound?
Not enough milk from his mama when he was born? Where could this creature have learned
such two-faced behavior? It was as if I was facing a cartoon. How do you fight something
that can flip an innocence switch and then bite my ankle I the same motion? I
had to be strong. There had to be a way to be the good one and the bad one all
at the same time. He needed to learn who was boss and I was going to teach him.
I took him outside and pulled on his leash. He didn’t want to go by the tree,
he wanted to go on the side of the pool. If
you don’t want to obey I will throw you inside the pool. I tugged on his
leash, we all knew I would never do that to him, it was a bluff. We walked to
the front of the house where we came across a van that was never here before. Are they new in town? He started to bark
toward the van, “ thay has a sense about these things”. I knew something was
suspicious when we saw the curtain drawn back as soon as we laid eyes on the
house. “ Well why do you send us the address so we can check the house
ourselves said the missus”.” Madam I’m so sorry but you need to be with an agent to see the house” said
the agent. When she heard this her hopes were dashed. But then, driving home,
she thought to herself: “What if I go back? What if I go back tonight when the
moon is full, throw a brick through the window and climb in and slither across
the floor, giving myself a tour. Do I really need an agent to show me the way?”
And that’s what she did. When she arrived in the cute little suburban
neighborhood, everyone seemed to be asleep at that time. She said I am going to
explore this city at my own. She started walking and walking then she saw that some houses still had left the light
on in the rooms .She tough ‘if I get tired later on I am going to knock one of
the house that still have the light on’’. She was remembering her pass at the same time why she was thinking’’ why
she was doing that to be alone just to
add more experiences in her life’’.
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