Holding Down the Laughter

When he first met her, she was sitting on the side of the road and smoking a cigarette. A pair of tiny jean shorts adorned her lower half, but they were barely seen under the too long off white tank top that hung off her torso. Underneath, an eccentric pink bra could be seen. Black combat boots covered her feet and Ray bans covered her eyes.

Immediately, he was attracted to her.

From the beginning, he knew she wasn’t like other girls. Whether it was her sense of style or her no care attitude, he was drawn into her.

But if he really knew this mysterious girl, he would want anything to do with her.

See, this girl was a mess. Her life was falling down around her and all she could do was sit by and watch.