Mar 5, 2016
Stuck in the past
((Starter for @kidiisms for Monty))
There was a sudden yelp of surprise behind Monty as a girl around his age came from seemingly nowhere and fell, face first, to the ground. She wore a red and black stripped tee shirt, blue jeans and tennis-shoes. Her hair was up in short piggy tails, the bands sported small plastic disks with the number 42 printed on them.
She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands, blood running down her left forearm and onto the ground from a large gash. She looked over at it and sighed. “Shoot. That hurt. Stupid meanie...”
