Hell to Heaven
I see her every day. I donï¿½t really know much about her. She seems put off by me, though. I canï¿½t exactly understand why. I run into and try to find out the answer. I run into her today at the grocery store again. For some reason, I keep finding her here. No, I am not stalking her. I would never do that to a woman. Iï¿½m not obsessed with her either. I just want to know more about her.
Anyway, I run into her again. This time, I have a strategy to try and talk to her for once. No, Iï¿½m still not stalking her. I just want to at least know her name. I peek up from the fresh fruit section. Sheï¿½s over at the meat section this time. Meat. That very word makes me tremble. Itï¿½s really murder, thatï¿½s what it is! Those poor animals deserve to live normal lives just like the humans do. Meat is just disgusting murder!
Oh, sheï¿½s starting to walk away. I quickly follow. Again, this isnï¿½t stalking. I just have to know who she is. I followed her all the way out of the store. When we rounded the corner, she disappeared from in front of me. I stopped in my tracks. Okay, where did she go? I paused when someone grabbed me on the shoulder. I slowly glanced behind me. A pair of amber eyes glared at me. I put up my hand in a little wave.
ï¿½Hi,ï¿½ I whispered.
ï¿½Why do you keep following me?!ï¿½ she snapped. Oh, crap! Sheï¿½s caught me. Thereï¿½s only one way out of this. I turned around with a big smile on my face.
ï¿½I just want to get to know,ï¿½ I answered. Those amber eyes narrowed their glare at me.
ï¿½Why?!ï¿½ she snapped.
ï¿½Youï¿½re really pretty,ï¿½ I confessed. She snorted at me as soon as I told her that. I gave her a funny look.
ï¿½What?ï¿½ I asked.
ï¿½You are full of shit,ï¿½ she said.
ï¿½And why is that?ï¿½ I donï¿½t think I helped out the situation at all with my weird smile. (I donï¿½t know why everyone thinks itï¿½s weird. I end up freaking up everyone with it. Itï¿½s probably the reason why I never had a girlfriend in the past. To be honest, I was amazed that I had friends when I was younger back in Tokyo. Never mind that, Iï¿½m digressing here. Donï¿½tï¿½ mind me.)
She let go of my shoulder, backing up. ï¿½You are just creepy. Stay away from me!ï¿½ She turned to run off. I put up my hand in a vain attempt to stop her.
ï¿½Wait!ï¿½ I called out. ï¿½Iï¿½m Russell Hunt. Whatï¿½s your name?ï¿½ She gave me the finger before turning the corner. I lowered my hand, disappointed. In the end, I still didnï¿½t learn anything about her. At least I got her to talk to me though. That should count for something, right? Am I right? I hope that I am, because otherwiseï¿½