In the big city
Oh my, my name is...
I looked up, seeing an alley cat bolt accross the alley. I turn around
to see the city. I brush the hair out of my face, noticing blood on my
fingers. I slowly crept out of the alley. As I walked down West 48th
street, a middle aged reporter jumps out at me. He screams
"LOOK!!! It's the girl who fell off the 3 story building
yesterday!!!" He pulled out the newspaper . The headline read:
GIRL FALLS 3 STORY BUILDING AND MISTEROIUSLY
DISAPPEARS
I read on.
