Careful.
Chapter 2 part one.
"Do you
have any spray paint remover? Like a large
bottle?" I asked the Hardware lady helping me.
"Well...I'm new
here. Let me ask Cheryl." She said looking at the
counter, and she started walking toward the counter and asked her
if she could help me find spray paint remover.
"Well,
sure I will!" She gave me a big smile and she walked
through isles while I followed.
Well, we
ended up not finding any except for itty-biddy jobs.
"Sorry
we oculdn't find any." Cheryl made a smile that
sad she was sorry and hit her palms to the sides of her
pants.
"It's
fine," I gave her a smile and said good-bye then started to
head home.
When I got
home I went into my garage and opened the door because it was
smelly in there.
I texted my
bestfriend Ashley and she was still sick. She has bright
blonde hair and brown eyes. She's insanely pretty and
nice. Did I also mention she was funny? Well,
I'll describe myself.
I have long
brown hair and green eyes, I'm not goth nor emo.
I'm the kind of style where I would wear gladiator sandals
and light denim short with a baggy 'Paris' shirt and like
five braclets with a lot of different rings. A lot of
people say I remind them of Colbie Caillat. Even though she
has blue eyes.
I pull my car
out of the garage and get the hose and some car soap stuff and
turn the radio on not too loud but in the middle of loud and
soft. I scrub as hard as I can on the windshield. And
it doesn't come off very easily. I sigh and work
harder, and as soon as I know it, I'm on the hood trying to
get the other side of the windshield.
Sorry, it had too many
characters so I put it into two parts!
