Dear Reader ,
If you hope to read or met a storyteller that are a truly positive , bright and shiny or covered in velvet. You have come to the wrong place. I'm so sorry to tell you that even the most sunshine day
with stray dogs, silly adventure in the neighborhood, fantastic experience in dancing competition , art and craft ideas, smuggling sodas or clever thing that occasionally comes to mind.
Her life is a series of unfortunate, misleading awkward incident. Including disaster and misfortune lurking behind every log.
But somehow she still finds time to dance in the rain and keep going.
Because when she lived with drunken parent, yelling noises 24/7 and police car parked at the front, we all need shelter or an invisibility cloak to hide aren't we? hey , but don't worry that I'm going to tell those intimate and depressing details. I'm here to share with you, many of the awkward and silly experience in this girl childhood.
Experience number 1 : Home Alone...Lost in New York
Age : 9
She spent all her morning that her grandparents and late at night , her dad will pick her up.
The only activities left were movie rental store.....Oh boy, those lights and square box with amazing pictures every corner just the excitement rolling in deep! Even the horrible smell of cleaning supply
at night mixed with those old square box just made her entire day seems worthwhile.
Did I mention she's movie fanatic? Yes she is... rent one a day , those funny kids appropriate title mixed with JAWS (Roy Scheider and his dangling cigarettes) , Basic Instinct , Quentin Tarantino blood war and princessey stuff...of course (That include tootsie- I consider her a real woman)
And oh do she loves role play and getting into the character...Yes, she did!
The art of witchcraft , gunslinger , international spy , a teacher or an assassin.
That night with home alone...one kid against it all.Strolling around the big apple. Wouldn't seem so crazy if she could just pack her bag and go. is it?
Cutest Red Backpack...check!
Make that Backpack look all full and fluff!...check!
shoes...check! Well, let's go then!
One step at a time here she goes.. walk out the front door at dark. Walking down the rocky road with weird shaped shadow every corner. Then one thought came to mind...Holy shit! What if there's tiger?
And what If I'm afraid of the fucking ghost? I never saw a ghost!And I'm not gonna be eaten by an endangered animal!!!No I won't! She here she ran... (let picture it as a speed walking).
She speed walking till her aortic muscle pumped battery acid, open the door , get in , jump in bed like ... nothing happened....
I'm a real badass motherf....
Ten seconds of heart beating, she feels free....
away from soon to be divorced parent ,
away from every night fight in the car that she had to look at those street light so hard so she'll be tearing up and hope they'll stop.Or pretending to be asleep and hope for the best.
Those ten rebellions second were great and enough for that day.
If you wonder who's the story about, I cannot tell you but I think you can guest.
Next's up : Comedic ways of finding what's death? / Kneed my brother in the chin and stuffed him in the blanket to hide the crime scene / Writing a screenplay about mentally disturbed snow white by accident/
If you preferred to read something else rather than enduring this tale of misfortune.
Feel free to leave.
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