The Almost Big Attack! (A story I wrote.)

This is a story I wrote when I was younger. I found it earlier, and I think you should read it. Truth! It's full of mistakes, and it actually made me LAUGH a lot. Especially when I used "like" in the dialogue. If you can even call it that, that is. I don't think you can actually read it, because it's scanned into the computer. (Because I'm on a scanning kick).


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AND I don't have the rest. Interesting! If you can't see the words, just click the image, or I can type it up for you. I don't mind. =)

- Possum

It's Dangerous To Sit In A Parked Car

I'd like to say that while there is an abundance of Archie comics out there, the amount of series' they have is simply ridiculous.

That's all I'm saying.

Today I had a test in my business class. I didn't study. I mean, when I got home yesterday, I didn't even have the energy to watch a stand up comedy show. I was falling asleep during the commercials and I had trouble keeping my eyes open WHEN the comedians were talking! Although I had to laugh at one guy when he was talking about Amy Winehouse: "Just die already!"

I smile thinking about it.

Anyway.

I got an idea for a story: *read below for it*

It's Dangerous To Sit In A Parked Car

Fida sat silently in the car with her mom driving beside her. Even though the radio was on to an upbeat station that only played hit music of the previous months, the car was anything but upbeat. Even with the distance being small between both woman, it felt enormous to both of them. They were entering the parking lot of a local grocery store.

"Are you coming in?" Fida's mom asked, glancing at her quickly. Even in a fight, she didn't like going into grocery stores--or any stores really, alone. Fida shook her head. Even when there wasn't a fight going on, she didn't appreciate the wonders that stores offered.

"No, I'm just going to sit here," Fida answered as she turned her head away from her mom. She looked intensely at a fast food joint next door. Through the windows, she could see it was crowded.

Her mom sighed, but didn't say anything. She left the radio on for her, knowing it would fill the silence that would overcome the car as soon as she left. Fida turned her head to her mom, when she knew she couldn't see her anymore. All she saw was a frail woman that looked nothing like her, but simply the same, clutching on to the recyclable bags that were now required.

"I hate this," Fida muttered, before turning the radio up. She didn't like the song that was playing, but she didn't want to hear the sounds around her. Even with being in a grocery store parking lot, it was still loud. Fida assumed it was because it was due to the food joint next door.

Fida was eighteen years old, and the youngest child to her immigrant parents. She had two older sisters, and a brother who was only two years older than her. Even with the close age, they weren't close. I guess that's what you get when you're a bitch, Fida thought. She shook her head. Even with being the youngest, she was always left out. It just wasn't fair.

As she thought these familiar complaints, she opened her eyes to a man slowly walking her way. Even in the middle of the night, all he was wearing was a shirt and a pair of shorts. Even in March, it wasn't exactly the ideal time to dress like that; it still got cold at night.

She glanced at the lock on her door to check that it was locked. Even living in a small town, Fida felt uncomfortable being alone. But being alone is what she did--she just broke up her boyfriend hours before. A boyfriend who seemed the perfect match for her--to her parents. It was an arranged dating "service" that would allow both parties to get to know each other. But Fida didn't want to get to know the boy her parents loved. She wanted to get to know someone entirely different--Sam. Sam was the boy at school that everyone adored. Fida couldn't help to adore him either; he was smart, funny and he looked absolutely gorgeous.

Fida smiled at the thought of Sam, but realized the guy was at her window. She didn't know what to do.

"Open up," the guy said. He had a voice that was rough. Her head shook automatically, knowing not to open the door. He looked angry.

"Open the door," he said with patience. Fida glanced out the front window to see if anybody else noticed. Nobody was paying any attention to her; she could see why. Up ahead there was a bunch of guys jumping around on a skateboard. She looked closely to see Sam.

Sam.

"No," Fida finally said, sneaking a glance at the guy who was making her feel nervous. He looked furious.

"DO IT!" He shouted this time. His face was twisted with anger. He didn't even look the same. Without even a moment for Fida to react, he pulled a gun out of--what it seemed--nowhere.

"I told you to open it," he said. Without even a moment for Fida to process what was happening, a gun shot went off. Glass shattered and blood spurted. For the bullet went right into Fida's neck, causing some artery damage.

In the few moments before the teenagers screamed, the only sound was an energetic song singing about living to your greatest. Fida couldn't--she was already dead.

MORAL: It's DANGEROUS to be in parking lots!

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I'm so tired! I can't wait for Friday night to come.

- Possum