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Today's word is: marooned
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on 2009-02-26 08:17 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Kris Everwood and Chase Morton
Rating: PG (maybe?)
Word count: 491
Notes: This actually only took me 10 minutes, partially because I couldn't think of how to continue the story specifically.
The brunette gave a loud, harsh groan.
Soaked to the bone, cold, and very, very ticked off. That easily described the girl in a nutshell as she kicked a large puddle of water.
"Dammit!" she cursed angrily, the large splash of water unexpectedly hitting a passing car.
Marooned didn't even cover this. She was certainly stranded in a random street in the middle of New York. She promised to wait for her friend there. Waiting for an hour... then it started to rain. Still, she stood out in the rain. Waiting... waiting...
What made her mad was that it was a pain in the butt to get there in the first place and, truth be told, she had no clue where she even was; she sucked at that sort of stuff. In the middle of nowhere it seemed, surrounded by people (some people that creeped her out to no end), and annoyed. And she hated rain. Hated it.
"Thanks a lot, Chase!" she exclaimed out into the air, resulting in a few weird glances. She clutched her messenger bag's strap as a sort of comfort; or maybe a stress reliever.
"Screw it," she mumbled to herself, pushing a wet strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm getting out of here..."
"Kris!"
Footsteps. Splashes. Kris slowly turned her head and her gaze, her brow furrowed.
"Sorry I'm late!" the boy exclaimed, out of breath. He pulled his raincoat hood tightly over his messy blonde locks.
The brunette stared at him beneath the darkness of her hood, brow furrowed. She clutched the strap tighter.
"...I'm gonna freakin' punch you!" she snapped, raising her fist into the air as if ready to thrust it into the boy's nose.
The boy jerked back. "I-I'm sorry!"
"I'm still going to punch you!" her voice grew louder. "You were going to strand me, weren't you!?"
"No, of course not!" Chase took another step back, rubbing the back of his head, "I kinda... forgot about this, actually..."
The girl looked dumbfounded and quite angry.
Suddenly, the boy recoiled backwards, rubbing his red, sore nose rapidly, "Hey! What was that for?!"
"For being stupid," Kris spat, sticking out her tongue childishly and folding her arms.