DON'T STEAL MY IDEAS. is an epic between me n a online friend. me= Naraku friend: clara, oc
Today had been tiring, this much was true. The bags in her arms were heavy and it was killing her back! She re-adjusted the bags in her arms as she blew a strand of black hair out of her face,
"Damn it!" She muttered as she tired to see around the bags, this was going to be very difficult since she had three more blocks to go and on one of the blocks, the road had a huge hill that would be very annoying to walk. It had been a few months since she had gotten into her new appartment and things were going very well, her job was great, and she loved the new college she was in. Nothing seemed wrong in her world and that's just how she liked it. She was coming around to the last block, the one with the huge hill before she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Help..." came the whispered plea that made her stop. She looked around and saw that the street was dead, no one was around. The dark haired girl was about to shrug it off and keep walking but then the plea came again, a little louder this time.
"Help...someone." She looked around again and lowered the bags in her arms,
"Hello? Is someone there?" She called as she turned around behind her, maybe the person was injured and couldn't move.