Who here ready for a story? Im gonna tell you one

Who here ready for a story? Im gonna tell you one.
well heres a little story for yah buckus, i believe i was about 18 or 19 so its a long time and i dont remember that well. I was coming home from ice hockey training, riding the subway home...it was, rather late because i had to clean the lockerroom ( iwas in trouble because i didnt show up early ) anyways the train was completely empty. Stop after Stop went by and this girl entered the Train.

She was about 11 or 13, her coat was oversized and looked old, Her cloves didnt looked anybetter. Needless to say her shoes werent exactly nikeys..her braids looked very badly made. she had this dead look on her face. like absolutely no emotion. What striked the eye the most were her eyerings, as if she were tired or had just cried

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than there was this backpack...because she was sitting in a diagonal angle in front of me i could see and smell it very well because she was hugging it instead of wearing it or putting it on the ground like you would do with a back pack. And i knew that smeel it was the smell of something dead. Mhm i tought, thats not so good. So i approached her.

"hi there, are you allright, its very unusal to see a girl this young, this late on a train" i said with a warming smile.

"non of your business" she answered.

" huh?; quiet the defensive one i see, you are not running away from home are you"

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in a matter of seconds she teared up and went to a different part of the train, in her emotionaly hurrry, she forgot her smelly backpack....i couldnt help but look into it, it was a cat, it was dead. She also noticed that she forgot something and came back.

"Youre burrying your dead cat, arent you?"

we then started to talk, she told me all about her abusive parents and how petting her cat was the only light, the only escape from her parents she had, and now its gone.

needles to say i went with her into the forrest, burrying her dead friend. She said a very hearty goodbye whilst we were putting the earth untop of its corpse. Her face only got worse from than on. I had a couple dollars on me so we went to the ramen store, i figured maybe she would feel better if her stomach wasnt that empty.

after we finsihed our meal she asked" what am i gonna do now...i have no friend no more home, i dont have sisters or anything like that. Im scared user. my parents always fight and scream at each other"


"face it" i said to her. "tell them to stop screaming because it makes you sad, and if they really dont want to listen talk to a teacher about the situation. Stacey, as hard and unfair as it sounds, you have to grow up sooner than your pears...the world is a bitter and unfair place yes, thats why we have to try to make it better for the next generation, one day, you will be a mother too, maybe then you can give then what you never had...i know its sounds so far away, but listen to my words and think about them they have helped many. Seeing you burring your cat just showed me that you are a good, loving person. Dont be afraid"


She then started to smile. " and if its really, really that bad, here is my number, you can always talk" i said


she looked hapier after that, i brought her home...

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"Come in " She said, my parents arent home and i am scared ( it was indeed a very sketchy neighourhood ). Some thugs were on the street and her house didnt look particulary safe.
i declined her offer.
She insisted that i protect her. She told me the door wasnt lockable...
"allright, look, i will sit on the doorstep and guard,makin sure nobody comes in until the sun comes up, happy?"

"But wont you be cold"

"no dont worry about me, i got my icehockey stuff it´ll keep me warm its the perfect training.

she then went inside, her room was rightabove the door which i was guarding.

"stop peeping and go to sleep stacey"

She fell asleep very fast.

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the years went by and she just called rarely, most of the time just thankin me.

5 years forward i was at a nightclub, pumped up with cocaine and viagra. " ohmah good, user it is realy you?


there she was stacey, holding double D´s thicc as hell as so fine...her female friend wasnt that bad either " ohmagud, stacey always talks about you blah blah. they were both a little drunk


needles to say, i bigga-di-banged the shit outta both of them, and the memory of that will never fade a away because i videotaped all of it.


i deserved it.

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plus face of the girl

Well that scalated quickly i was especting her to die or something

So you sat on her doorstep for years?

Fake and gay. And gay. Plus if you call sex bigga-di-banging it's pretty safe to say you're a huge fucking virgin.

So at best she was 18 at a nightclub?

Good story. Really had me thinking her dead, possibly incestuous, baby was in that backpack for a minute there.

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Hot chicks do not need legitimate ID.

no you stupid double nigger, only fot that night.

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