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Apr 24, 2024 7:49:27 GMT -6
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Agnes sighed. She really…really did not care for most music. That was not to say that Agnes disliked all music. She loved music to the deepest parts of her heart. It was truly one of those things that she ate, drank, and slept throughout her life. But the problem at this point was simply that she: A) disliked the majority of music that was popular because the majority of it was just screaming, and B) because she really, really, really disliked the company that she usually found in these sorts of places.
The runaway was slowly integrating herself back into society, especially after her parents were gone and she was feeling more free and happy. It was little excursions like this that truly made her feel like a normal person. She didn’t feel as closeted and terrified of the open world. She felt like she was just a part of them like everyone else.
Of course being a part of the world also meant having to deal with the more…irritating…aspects of it.
“So come on, baby! Whaddya think of THESE guns?” a teenage boy had said as he flexed is non-existent muscles.
He had a mop of curling brown hair, big gray eyes and complexion that made a pepperoni pizza feel better about itself. He was dressed in rather ragged, and smelly, skater clothes, as well as a massive set of headphones hanging around his neck. His braces flashed and gleamed whenever he smiled and boy did he smile a lot.
Agnes, on the other hand, dressed in a pale, purple sweater and jeans was pretending to look at a CD that she had picked up from the rack and turned it over to look at the back. She nodded briefly to the boy before she rolled her eyes and returned back to the CD in hand. Why wasn’t this guy getting the hint? She really, really, REALLY was not interested. Not only was the guy a complete spaz, not only did he smell vaguely of dog, cigarette smoke, and skittles, but (and this was the most important fact about her), she was gay!
She sighed as she stacked another CD onto the rack, shoved her hands casually into her back pocket and slide down the rows of CDs. Unfortunately this boy was completely oblivious and he followed along like a love-sick puppy. The only thing she could do to escape his chatter was to slip a pair of the sample headphones over her ears and listen to the music of a sample CD. Hopefully this would lead to discouragement and for that boy to leave her alone.
God willing….
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