The Adventures of Atticus King
You feel horrible about what you’ve done, so you pick up her semi-conscious body. You walk a little ways and lower her onto a couch. Suddenly her eyes flip open and she slaps you hard across the face!
“Ouch,” you yelp! The girl clumsily stands up and scrutinizes you.
“Get your paws off of me! Also, what type of idiot dyes his hair orange and chooses to wear a purple shirt? That’s stupid.”
You cringe. “It appeared a good idea at the time. But-”
The sound of sirens cut you off and you wince. Someone has spotted you – the police will be here any minute.
The woman's eyes widen in realization. She bolts up, still a little woozy, grabs your wrist and runs.
“Ouch,” you yelp! The girl clumsily stands up and scrutinizes you.
“Get your paws off of me! Also, what type of idiot dyes his hair orange and chooses to wear a purple shirt? That’s stupid.”
You cringe. “It appeared a good idea at the time. But-”
The sound of sirens cut you off and you wince. Someone has spotted you – the police will be here any minute.
The woman's eyes widen in realization. She bolts up, still a little woozy, grabs your wrist and runs.