A day late and a dollar short...dammit. ._. I will continue this. Anyhoot. I have an update (yes. No really. I do. Not kidding. I mean it. Take me seriously. ) just finished it, hot off the press, blah blah blah whatever you want to say it is. It's not that long either...oh well. it be what it be. Hope you don't despise of it. Herr ya go! Zephy sighed. She didn't know what she had done to be seen, but she wished that she had thrown the other bucket at Christi's mother. Damn missed opportunities... "Z...you know they saw you back there, right?" Jake inquired as they walked along at a comfortable pace. "Yup," she replied, lost in thought. "And that her mom probably has a concussion?" "Yup." "And that you throw like a guy?" "Yu--No," Z finally focused on what he was saying. "I don't throw like a guy," she told him, frowning. "You do. She's gonna wake up in the morning with a huge dent on her head." "No she won't! I didn't throw it that hard..." she told him. But then...she thought back to when she had thrown it. Christi's mother had fallen back and the bucket had hit her with a resounding (yet satisfying) thud... Since when can I throw like that? Zeph asked herself, taken aback. She hadn't thought she threw that hard but she hadn't been worried about how hard she threw when she had thrown the bucket. It had never occurred to her. How... "But they all saw you Z. How'd you do that?" Jake was worried and mystified. On one hand, people could see her! Ghosts could be seen! But...how had they seen her? Why? Umm...what the HELL was wrong with her? Maybe it was... "Do you have a birth defect? Any kind of disease? Are you sick? Are you pregnant? You are dead right? And you're female too?" he took in a breath to fire more questions at her, but she swiftly interrupted him. "What is this? Twenty questions? I'm healthy, never pregnant. You saw me die, dumbass. Am I a female? Yes. Fuck yes. Do you need proof? Hold on," she answered him, reaching down to her jeans. She unsnapped them and began to pull them down. "ZEPHORIA! Keep your FREAKIN PANTS ON! I was just...umm...checking out all our possibilities. Why can people see you but not me?" "I don't know! Did I really give her a concussion?" "More than likely. Don't worry though. She did deserve it." "I HURT her! I didn't mean to! She just wouldn't SHUT UP. it was so annoying," she rolled her eyes, remembering the woman. She hadn't meant to hurt her... She couldn't...couldn't believe it... Tears welled up in her eyes. "I hurt her..." she whispered, mostly to herself. A lone tear rolled down her cheek. "Z. She's okay. She's alive right?" He waited for her tentative nod, then continued, hardly taking a breath as he spoke. "So she's fine. She deserved it. Besides it was great! I loved it! Shoulda seen her ass when she fell! Looked like a stick! And you! You were Soooooo pissed. Started yellin at her, sayin what everybody else was just thinkin! And she totally was bein a bitch. Didn't even care about what was goin on with her daughter. I feel sorry for her husband. He must want to kill himself. Hell, she wasn't sensitive. He musta married her for her ass. Just sayin. She had a nice ass. In those tight pants? Dy-na-miiiiiite. But she wasn't that hot. I wouldn't've married her. Too much of a bitch. I'd have to whip her. Tame that ho. That broad needs some help. She's a terrible person. Glad you threw that bucket at her. Smack some sense into that fine ass. Shoulda thrown the other bucket at her face too. Her face wasn't one of her assets anyways. Hell, I would've thrown the other bucket! Beat some sense into that woman! She needs so--" "Jake," Zephy, doubled over laughing with tears streaming from her eyes, interrupted him. "Shut up. You talk too much."
The rant was hilarious "I'd marry her only for her ***" Since when was he looking at butts, hmm?