Thursday, 19 March 2009
09:50:54 PM (GMT)
First entry for the yearly challenge.
March Nineteenth, Two Thousand and Nine.
Topic: "after you get dirty"
I sighed, cursing audibly at the red stain that adorned the knee of my brand new
jeans. It gave me no significant reply.
This was unfair. Plain unfair. Why had life tormented me so?
"This is just fricking great!" I yelled to particularly no one, causing several
passerby to glance at me in alarm.
With a mental groan, I hauled myself off the pavement, where my blood had already
began to run out onto the concrete. Falls were normal for me, I guess, but the
circumstances were too ironic to be written off as coincidence; I had just bought
these lovely Abbey Dawn jeans yesterday on my monthly escapade to Kohl's. They were
no cheap deal, so I was taking extra care to keep them completely spotless, be it
blood, grass stain, and mud alike.
I walked in the direction of the school, hoping that the nurse would have something
for my leg to stop the everflowing river. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would
be, for I was too busy mourning the loss of my lovely pants to care.
"Hmm...pants..." I murmured to myself.
These are not my pants. Bobby's pants! French's inner voice yelled at me along
with a random chorus of latin origin that happened to be singing in the background.
"This is gonna be one heckuva random day," I concluded, and I hoisted up my bookbag
over my worn shoulder.
...Dang, I loved those pants...