Postby Mudbogz » Thu May 06, 2010 12:20 am
They always called Heather "That little Goth Chick", always the outcast... always on the wrong side of the right cliques. She was so hungry for acceptance that when she was invited to the big summer party, she never thought someone might be playing a joke. When she'd arrived, all decked out in skin tight black, pale skin, and dark makeup, the girls who'd acted friendly had turned on her and had made her the laughing stock... She ran blindly through the woods at the back of the property trying to get away, ignoring the shouts for her not to go into the woods. The woods slowly turned into a foggy, damp, swamp, sticker bushes and tanglefoot grabbing at her feet and legs. Seeing a well worn trail, she tore down it as fast as her legs would carry her, just eager to get away from those taunting bitches. The trail took a hard right and the ground dropped away at the left edge of the trail, but at the speed she was running and looking back over her shoulder she'd not been able to make the turn and had plunged over the embankment. Sailing through the air, she knew it was going to hurt when she landed... that was until her feet impacted and drove her deep into a quicksand bog, the disturbed surface rolling like a huge waterbed, sucking her down almost to her shoulders from the momentum. She wanted to cry... the humiliation at the party, now this. She probably wouldn't even be missed... Just then, she heard a rustle in the undergrowth above her... "Is Someone there?" She asked...
Wayne/mudbogz
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