A young girl walked down an all too familiar street. She collected diaries, but she had been to all these stores before and she was getting restless.She wanted more diaries!Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted small, gray store she hadn’t seen before.Walking up to it, she tried to look through the window, but couldn’t as it was covered with dust and bits of the glass were broken off and the jagged edges looked dangerous.Stepping quietly into the store, she looked around. The entire building seemed to mad out of old, moldy wood. The shelves were covered with cobwebs and dust, while at the old fashioned register stood a rickety, bony, old man. His pale skin clung to his bones and his eyes seemed to bulge as they stared at her wildly.Nervously going up to him, her voice shook as she spoke, “U-Um... do you sell any diaries?”His hands were also thin and bony the girl noticed as he held up a dust-covered diary with a cross-skull on the front.“I-I’ll take it.”The old man’s long nails clicked on the keys as he rang up the total, “Twenty dollars.”She handed it to him and took the diary, walking swiftly out of the store trying to ignore him as he called out to her, “Whatever you do... don’t look at the back.”The young girl kept walking for a while, curiosity poking at her. Without realizing it, she walked into a dark alley, lit up only by a flickering streetlamp.Deciding that nothing... too bad could come out of just a quick peek, she turned it over...
...and screamed.“NINETY-NINE CENTS?!?!?!”***REALLY. STOP.Okay, stopped.Now you really gotta listen to 'When A Child Is Born'. Such a sweet and innocent song all in all.a ray of hope flickers in the sky.
7:14 pm;
Still waiting for you-