A New Woman
Friendly choice ? hmmm
written at 16 years old
One day so close to the green hill, came a girl, with long straight hair, but with a funky pumped end
Huge, black, half coated metal boots with chains and links
Average height, nose rings, two sides of her nose and one huge one in the middle
Walked up to a sweet and innocent girl and asked "Want one?"
"What is it." Asking inquisitively
"Duh it's a fag, you put it in your mouth, when you light it up and breathe it in aka inhale it" Said the Girl in black clothes
"Cool here goes"
The girl took an inhale and coughed and spluttered everywhere for ten minutes she thought she would die
"God that was bad" "Ha try my Grandma's apple pie"
From that day on she kept on offering her fags
The girl by all means took them
One day she could never live with out them, she got so used to the inhale
Her chest hung onto it like no exception it soon craved the nicotine, soon desperately needing the tar
"Here looking for one of these?"
"Sure i am"
"Go on spark one up then"
The girl soon changed into a magnet, trying heroin, rolled up weed
Spliffs, crack and extra strong cigars
Soon becoming her best friend
Until one day she finally realized it was not to be
They went to a top rave
Her friend met loads of other Goths and went off with them
She Left her in an unknown house and an unknown neighborhood
The fights began to break out
Vases were being thrown and blood was visible through the shatters of glass
She was one the floor everyone thought she had over done the drinks
Thinking she was drunk, they walked all over her
She tries to get up and find somebody who could take her home
To her dome where she'll feel
Safe and real
They steal all of her things
She lives so far
She doesn't know how to hot wire a car
Everyone thinks she is not even alive like the ornaments on the top corner shelf
Finally she's out of the door
Everyone pelts her
"What's up this rave no good for you?"
"No i just, can't you see the blood?"
"There's first aid up in the attic"
"sorry i got to go"
"Fine guys; pelt her"
"No, no"
The police caught up with her
"Come on get in there young lady"
They arrived home and her mom was so not impressed
she thanked the officer for his kindness
"I don't know what i am going to do with you"
"I am sorry it will never happen again"
She realized to choose her friends more carefully...
One day so close to the green hill, came a girl, with long straight hair, but with a funky pumped end
Huge, black, half coated metal boots with chains and links
Average height, nose rings, two sides of her nose and one huge one in the middle
Walked up to a sweet and innocent girl and asked "Want one?"
"What is it." Asking inquisitively
"Duh it's a fag, you put it in your mouth, when you light it up and breathe it in aka inhale it" Said the Girl in black clothes
"Cool here goes"
The girl took an inhale and coughed and spluttered everywhere for ten minutes she thought she would die
"God that was bad" "Ha try my Grandma's apple pie"
From that day on she kept on offering her fags
The girl by all means took them
One day she could never live with out them, she got so used to the inhale
Her chest hung onto it like no exception it soon craved the nicotine, soon desperately needing the tar
"Here looking for one of these?"
"Sure i am"
"Go on spark one up then"
The girl soon changed into a magnet, trying heroin, rolled up weed
Spliffs, crack and extra strong cigars
Soon becoming her best friend
Until one day she finally realized it was not to be
They went to a top rave
Her friend met loads of other Goths and went off with them
She Left her in an unknown house and an unknown neighborhood
The fights began to break out
Vases were being thrown and blood was visible through the shatters of glass
She was one the floor everyone thought she had over done the drinks
Thinking she was drunk, they walked all over her
She tries to get up and find somebody who could take her home
To her dome where she'll feel
Safe and real
They steal all of her things
She lives so far
She doesn't know how to hot wire a car
Everyone thinks she is not even alive like the ornaments on the top corner shelf
Finally she's out of the door
Everyone pelts her
"What's up this rave no good for you?"
"No i just, can't you see the blood?"
"There's first aid up in the attic"
"sorry i got to go"
"Fine guys; pelt her"
"No, no"
The police caught up with her
"Come on get in there young lady"
They arrived home and her mom was so not impressed
she thanked the officer for his kindness
"I don't know what i am going to do with you"
"I am sorry it will never happen again"
She realized to choose her friends more carefully...
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