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Blonde Haired, Blue Eyes Part 2Blonde Haired, Blue Eyes Part 2
“Get back here and give me those keys,” yelled a guard. She looked out the main cell bars and saw a boy her age running away from the guards. He dashed past her cell and came back a minute because he had never seen such a pretty glitch before. He put the key in the lock and the rusty door swung open. He held his hand out motioning her to come with him. She reached out to grab it and stepped out of the cell for the first time ever.
The girl had no time to hesitate after grabbing his hand. The boy immediately started running. The two of them ran through hall after hall and passed sad cell passed cell. The girl looked back every few seconds. Every time she looked back the number of guards would grow and then the guards had dogs. The dogs were all the same too and were nipping at the girls heels.
The girl tripped and fell onto the stone floor. The dogs attacked her legs biting and tearing apart her pants. She couldn’t help
Chapter 3: Cana and Bacchus Chapter 3: Cana and Bacchus
Cana rubbed her eyes and stretched. She yawned and opened her eyes. She jumped and sat up to see a group of her friends surrounding her smiling. Lily, Lucy, Crystal, Piper, Levy, Erza, and Kenzi were looking down at her.
“What are you guys smiling about,” Cana asked annoyed.
“So… Where were you last night, and what were you doing,” Crystal asked giggling.
Cana looked at her confused. She thought a minute and then remembered that she was with Bacchus. “I was at the bar and had a drinking contest with Bacchus, but I don’t remember much after that.”
The girls all giggled. Cana was getting irritated and glared at them. “So you really don’t remember anything,” asked Kenzi.
“No I don’t! Why, what happened,” Cana asked in a mad tone.
“Well, Bacchus carried you home last night after your drinking contest,” Lily explained.
“Yea, so do you like him,” asked Levy
Blonde haired blue eyedBlonde haired blue eyed
100 years ago scientists developed a way to make the perfect person. The all had smooth blonde hair and pure blue eyes. Soon the government leaders all around the world wanted these so called perfect children. Every single person looked the same, wore the same clothes, and had the same personalities. No one ever looked different from one another. All clothes were burned and new clothes that were exactly the same as the others were shipped into stores. Nothing was unique or different and anything that was different was shipped to fire houses and burned. Any children that were born to look differently were looked upon as a glitch and to be put in prison. After this anything that looked different was against the law to have.
In the month of May a baby girl was born. Sadly she looked different than “regular” people. She had brown hair and green eyes. She had tiny little freckles spread across her cheeks and she had a birth mark on her shoulder.
a random storyMy eyes opened and a light shone in them. I heard a frantic yelling and saw people all around me. A familiar smell floated in my nose. It was the smell of a hospital. I jerked forward and looked around me in a panic. As I sat up the doctors and nurses jumped back.
“Naomi? Are you ok? You are in the hospital,” the doctor said in a soft voice. I thought to myself for a moment who is Naomi? He looked deep into my eyes probably looking to see if something is wrong with me.
“ …….” My mouth was open to speak, but nothing came out. Not one word. All I heard was breathing and my lips smacking together. I shook my head confused and looked at the doctor with fear in my eyes. I pointed to my mouth to show that I can’t talk.
The doctor put his hand on my shoulder still looking very concerned. “What’s the matter,” he asked.
I pointed to my mouth and tried to explain that I cant speak with my hands. It took awhile until the doctor underst
Chapter 2: Cana and Bacchus Chapter 2: Cana and Bacchus
“Well, hello again Cana,” he smirked, “How have you been? I haven’t seen you since the games,” he said.
Cana glared at him and shook her head. “Why would you care how I have been? Anyways, why are you here?”
“Well, I’m here the same reason you are, TO DRINK!” He yelled.
“Are you challenging me to a drinking contest,” she asked as she stared deep into his eyes.
“Sure why not,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed a barrel of liquor and sat next to Cana on a stool. She looked at him while holding up a barrel getting ready to drink.
“So, the first one to pass out loses,” she exclaimed excitedly. She looked at the bar tender, queuing him to say the words. He held up his hands and yelled out GO!!
Both picked up the barrels opened them up and started chugging! In less than five minutes they both were half way done with the liquor. Cana was falling behind, bu
Chapter 1: Cana and Bacchus Chapter 1: Cana and Bacchus
It was a beautiful night in Magnolia. The stars were shining bright filling the sky. It was just a regular night for Cana. She was carrying a canteen of liquor which was already half empty. She was making her way towards the bar. She always loved going down there to show off her ability to stay standing after drinking a large amount of booze.
Cana finally reached her destination and reached for the door handle. As she opened it up warm air with the smell of wine and whiskey blew in her face. She breathed in her favorite smell and rushed in. The room was calm with friends and group of people having a good time.
“Don’t worry guys I’m finally here,” Cana yelled across the room. People looked at her and went back to what they were doing.
The bar tender welcomed Cana over with a wave. Cana sat down on a soft stool. She ordered her favorite drink and the bar tender rushed around for the ingredients. His hands moved quickly to satisfy his co
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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