Post by Wayde Manfield on May 13, 2007 11:07:25 GMT -5
Wayde walked into McDonalds, a white patch over his upper right arm. He wore a black vest top and a pair of cut up jeans. McDonalds was nice, to some extent, and to another, simply gross, but Wayde didn’t care, he just wanted some food. Hidden beneath the patch was a newly done tattoo. It was of a flying phoenix bird with the word ‘Libere’ along the bottom in cursive letters. It meant Liberate in Spanish. The phoenix stood for freedom and immortality. He wanted to be set free. He wanted to turn immortal. In his opinion, he liked it. It looked good and although his mother would disagree with it, he really did like it. It was all in black and white, bar the word which had a hint of red on. It also represented his artist edge, he believed.
But back to McDonalds, he looked at the person behind the counter with a plain view. He couldn’t help but mentally curse her, she was wasting her life working at McDonalds. It disgusted him immensely, even he wouldn’t drop so low. “Strawberry milkshake,” Wayde ordered, “Large.” He handed over the money and awaited her to do his biddings. Naturally she took her time, it was like they couldn’t just do these things quickly. It was like they insisted upon spending forever.
Finally the girl arrived back with the milkshake and one of those annoying smiles that ugly girls liked to give out. He could’ve scowled, but instead he just sent a sarcastic fake smile back, his eyes narrowed. The fast food place smelled. You could notice that smell when you hadn’t been in it a while. It was like grease, fat. And it disgusted him somewhat. Wayde made his way towards the exit of the place and finally when the cold air hit him, he could breathe a sigh of relief. “Ew, ew, ew.” He said to himself in retaliation to that of McDonalds.
But back to McDonalds, he looked at the person behind the counter with a plain view. He couldn’t help but mentally curse her, she was wasting her life working at McDonalds. It disgusted him immensely, even he wouldn’t drop so low. “Strawberry milkshake,” Wayde ordered, “Large.” He handed over the money and awaited her to do his biddings. Naturally she took her time, it was like they couldn’t just do these things quickly. It was like they insisted upon spending forever.
Finally the girl arrived back with the milkshake and one of those annoying smiles that ugly girls liked to give out. He could’ve scowled, but instead he just sent a sarcastic fake smile back, his eyes narrowed. The fast food place smelled. You could notice that smell when you hadn’t been in it a while. It was like grease, fat. And it disgusted him somewhat. Wayde made his way towards the exit of the place and finally when the cold air hit him, he could breathe a sigh of relief. “Ew, ew, ew.” He said to himself in retaliation to that of McDonalds.
