i wrote a bit more. tell me what u think.

I still remember the exact moment when life went rom normalcy to… whatever it is now.  I remember in perfect detail, the exact moment.

It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade, in late June.  All my girl riends had taken to ditching me (litterally:kicking me out o the house, leaving movies early, etc…) whenever their boyfriends asked them to, which I didn’t really appreciate.  So I was headded to meet  Marc, my best friend (who happened to be a guy) at a movie theater.  It was early afternoon, and the sky looked heavy, almost as i it was about to fall and sufocate all of Chicago.  It was exactly the type o thing that interested me, so I took out my sketch book to do a quick drawing.

Thats it.

Thats when my life changed.

Because, right as I was finishing my drawing, I heard the voice of my ather behind me.

“Hello, Ezmerelda”

I have never been close with my father.  Mostly because he ditched me and my mom when I was 6 to join the gedneric mafia.  But partly because we just never got along.  Which is why I spun around and said, in my snottiest voice, “what are you doing here?”

“Just saw you and thought I’d say hi.”

This was the only kind o contact we ever had because he was wanted by the police.  Stalkerish and creepy, I know.  But better than him stopping by the appartment and angering not only me and my mom, but the 5 police oficers that conveniently lived in the same building as the family of a wanted criminal.

“thats bull crap.  What are you really doing here?”

He seemed to be torn between playing innocent and being honest for a second.  Then he decided to be vague.

“you’ll find out” he said, winking at me.

As he walked away, I went to put my sketch book back in my purse , and found a note he had somehow slipped to me.  It said:

Meet me in the wal-mart parking lot at 8:00.  Come alone and DON’T be late.

 tell me what you think, plz.  be brutally honest.

horrible day.  perhaps one of the worst days of my life.  however, i sat down and wrote this.  no clue where it cme from, it just popped into my mind.  they say suffering inspires creativity.  tell me what you think.  be brutally honest.

Esmerelda stood in the narrow alley clutching the strange note she had recieved earlier that day in one hand, and a tazer in the other.  The note read:

Meet me in the alley across from the art supplies store at 7:00 tonight.  Bring whoever you like, but know that they will be sent away.  You will be very sorry if you do not come.

She reread the note she had already memorized as her mind began to wander.  She thought of how she had ended up here, drenched with rain in a dark alley, awaiting  a mysterious and potentially dangerous stalker…

Comment w/ opinions plz.  idk if its any good so im not gonna write any more till i know so tell me if you think i should write more…  thanx in advance.