As I stood there waiting at the सड़क, स्ट्रीट corner I thought about how much I was going to kill Fawn. She's making me wait द्वारा the सड़क, स्ट्रीट corner drenched in rain while she was probably getting a ride from her father.
I then saw her father's car turn up around the corner. Fawn, with her colourful Jansport bag came out... with an umbrella. I ran up to her and चुरा लिया the umbrella.
"Hey gothie! Come back here!" She yelled. I laughed as I ran away. She loved to call me gothie. I wore black make-up, black clothing, and I loved skulls. But that doesn't make me goth!
If I'm not a goth, my own person, then...
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