Is this a fanfic? I don't even know. AnywaysPardon any mistakes, this was written in like 15 minutes for a friend. One day I was walking through the park with my young son. After hours of playing spaceship, pirates, and superheroes on the jungle gym, he was exhausted. I felt his small frame dragging as his miniature hand clasped mine. Scooping him up, I nestled him firmly on my hip. He seemed not to notice the change of location, as he was staring with deep concentration in the other direction. "Daddy, what's wrong with that girl?" Looking around, I quickly spotted the woman who had caught his eye. Dressed in a considerable amount of lace with a considerable lack of shorts, the girl had inverted cross and infinity sign tattoos and was attempting to walk the uneven path in high wedge heels. Her pale, makeup-caked face was contorted in a mask of pain. Coupled with her painted eyebrows and rouged lips, I understood his curiosity. I sat on a nearby bench, cradling him in my arms. "Son," I began, my tone firm but kind, "We don't point out other people in public." He looked up at me, annoyance flitting across his cherubic features. "But daddy, she's so different.. What's wrong with her? Why does she walk that way?" Smoothing his hair, I tried to explain this syndrome that had infected most of my generation in my mid-teens. "Well, son.. Sometimes people..." I stuttered, trying to collect my thoughts. "Do you know what she is?" He looked up at me with eyes wide enough to swallow your soul whole. "No, daddy." "That girl is a hipster. It is a disease that began with my generation. You must never, EVER date one of those girls. They will infect you. Do you understand, son?" He nodded adamantly, dead serious. "Yes daddy!" I stood, lifting him onto my shoulders. "That's a good boy. Ready to go home?" He nodded sleepily, and home we went.
yes it's fan fic...I can see that it was written in 15 minutes, but I like itit's gripping. Yet confusing and somewhat strange. It's good