Ironic
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- Apr 15, 2014
The night was cold and the lights grew bright, Shiloh walking home from her long and hard day at work being a waitress. Already her attitude was snobby, dealing with rude customers all day long and not tolerating anymore bull shit. She wore bell bottom jeans that hung over her tan colored boots, her shirt a pink blouse and ruffled in the front. Her long blonde hair was sealed up in a pony tail, swooshing back and fourth as her tail followed closely behind to her rhythmical footsteps.
With long ears, they stood tall like radars, hearing and staying in tune to her surroundings, due to the late night she knew she would have to be on guard; weird and strange men walked along these alley ways, searching for their unsuspecting victim, but a victim she swore not to be tonight. With her thoughts rambling off into a different direction, her blue eyes stared motionless in front of her, eventually dazing off onto something unimportant, but her thoughts quickly poured down the drain as her shoulder violently skimmed past someone else's, and after that everything went into slow motion. Slowly Shiloh fell to her back, her back against the cold and hard cement ground. It took her a moment to realize what just happened, but she didn't need to process anything, because automatically her temperature rose through the roof! Feeling embarrassed, she rose up to her feet and confronted the individual who ran into her.
"Who do you think you are bumping into me like that?!" Her tone was harsh, as if her words were spitting into the mans face. She felt as if her cheeks flowed a harsh red while steam poured from her ears. Her hands curled into fists, staring coldly at the individual. She didn't care what his excuse was, but yet she wanted to hear him reply to her, speaking up as to why he did this.
With long ears, they stood tall like radars, hearing and staying in tune to her surroundings, due to the late night she knew she would have to be on guard; weird and strange men walked along these alley ways, searching for their unsuspecting victim, but a victim she swore not to be tonight. With her thoughts rambling off into a different direction, her blue eyes stared motionless in front of her, eventually dazing off onto something unimportant, but her thoughts quickly poured down the drain as her shoulder violently skimmed past someone else's, and after that everything went into slow motion. Slowly Shiloh fell to her back, her back against the cold and hard cement ground. It took her a moment to realize what just happened, but she didn't need to process anything, because automatically her temperature rose through the roof! Feeling embarrassed, she rose up to her feet and confronted the individual who ran into her.
"Who do you think you are bumping into me like that?!" Her tone was harsh, as if her words were spitting into the mans face. She felt as if her cheeks flowed a harsh red while steam poured from her ears. Her hands curled into fists, staring coldly at the individual. She didn't care what his excuse was, but yet she wanted to hear him reply to her, speaking up as to why he did this.