dreamelatte
Woah. It's a megaphone. As a child I was equally amazed and annoyed of these things. I used to take a long school bus ride from school, where the staff of the school would herd us all into little sections and yell at us through a megaphone when our bus had arrived. Nice to remember, but not really.
The sticks stuck to the back of the motorcycle. Clyde used his boot to try and pry them off, but they seemed to stay there no matter what. His girlfriend was getting inpatient, and she wanted to leave, but Clyde could not get his motorcycle to run.
I held this cigarette in my hand that was trembling from the shock that I just endured. Clenching myself, as the wall supported my trembling body, I couldn't believe what had just happened. Cigarette lit, I couldn't find the strength to bring it up to my trembling lips.
This was the last straw. I was gonna get a job if they liked it or not. No more being afraid, intimidated, or self conscious.
This is me, and I'm going to be boss.
"I've been expecting you" said she, with her green eyes and hair that filled everyone with envy. I'm not sure where to go or what to do. She's expecting to much from someone as weak as me.
The maroon color of her dress was to die for. In fact, someone had died for it. His body stretched out on her couch, while she hid her gun out of sight. She had gifted him his own maroon attire.
Don’t mess with the lady in maroon; The color of blood.
The maroon color of her dress was to die for. In fact, someone had died for it. His body stretched out on her couch, while she hid her gun out of sight. Don't mess with the lady in maroon; The color of blood.