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Sharli's Law -ONESHOT-

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I have been trapped here for four days. Not a lot of food. Not a lot of water. I've lost track of time; sitting here in a stone room with a single light bulb, a pitiful bed, and no windows. There is a bathroom. Thank the Lord it's sanitary. Either that lets me know that whoever trapped me here is married or is a woman. Unless the guy's a neat freak or he's gay. I mean really, if you are a man holding a fifteen-year-old girl hostage, who cares about a clean bathroom? OOH, unless it's empathy or maybe even sympathy or this is the first time they've done it and don't have a one-hundred-percent cold heart. Possibilities- possibilities- possibilities.
WHAM! The door slammed open.
"GAAAHHHH!" OOMPTH!
A guy was forcefully thrown down the steps and landed on the bed. Somebody pulled the door shut and locked it again.
Wow, this guy's gorgeous. He looked about eighteen. Cute, wispy brown hair and grey eyes. WAIT- I am so not sharing this room with a guy who looks three years older than I do. That's just bull. He can shove it for all I care.
I have to take control of this situation that has presented itself.
I stood up, "Uh-uhh. Get off the bed. Nope, not gonna happen. You can have the corner. Everything else is mine. I don't care about your oppositions- I was here first. You can use the shower; but don't expect me give you all the privacy. If I have to pee, I have to pee. I don't give a flying rat's butt about what you look like so whatever. Understood?" I stated flatly, yet firmly.
Yep. These are my rules and regulations. Sharli's Law, we can call it.  I put my hand on my hip and marveled at his stunning appearance. I wonder what got him thrown down here…
His face twisted into confusion and surprise. He rolled around and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me with curiosity, "Hold on, lemme get this straight: You have been stuck down here for days and aren't even scared? Some seventeen-year-old guy gets thrown down a flight of stairs onto a crappy bed in a little freshman chick's cell and the first thing you do is tell me how things are going to work?"
What? Ohh, he's seventeen. Cute. But, yeah, what? How does his first question coincide with his second question and roll around to make sense?
I don't care to answer his question since I don't understand, "Okay, Brown-y. I have no idea what you just said. By the way, my name's Sharli. You can tell me your name after you tell me who tossed you down here like a piece of trash." I have an attitude; but if you were stuck in some rat-piss room with crappy wall colors and a cold floor, you would too.
Okay, it was burning holes in my head so I had to write it down. I might pick at it later but who knows. :shrug:

By the way, the new OC dude's name is Jaysyn ('Jason').
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dark-vampyre-angel13's avatar
this is amazing!! i faved it in my group literary-orphanage, to show the members :meow: you should definately go on with it!!