This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Chapter 2 of my so far unnamed book
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
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