**_Somewhere in the depths of a desert.._**

“ Come get yer’ fresh dragon milk!”

“ Come on over to Lulu’s stand to grab a taste of mah’ breastmilk soap!”

“ Stop on by to try some of my famous zombie uterus pie!”

The venders are loud today..

“ Father, have we found the ‘ eyes?’ “

I questioned.

He gave me an irritated look, rolled his eyes and just grabbed my hand to continue forwards.

I let my hand go limp.

He had thought my fight was gone, not yet.

His grip loosened if only by an inch, it was my turn to play.

I yanked my hand out from his big monstrous fingers and flew through the crowd, protests of my father was unheard through the crowds chatter.

I yanked a peice of rope that loosely whipped around my skirt to reveal..

A N K L E S.

( yes, she is wearing pants ya goofy goobers.)

Then the crowd gasped.

I was already practically out the city gates, my freedom an inch closer.

I would get the ‘ eyeballs,’ and use it for things that no one had taken initiative of.

Then, my head spun as I was yanked backwards.

“ Little lady, I think its very rude that you spray dust on me..”

A deep voice sounded above her.

With a hesitant quiver, she got up to take a look at the man.

_He is so fuckin’ SEXY._

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i thought. __

_WAIT NO HE CANT BE SEXY HE JUST STOPPED ME FROM MY MISSION COMPLETION! _

His broad shoulders towered over my head like two stallion horses, unwavering.

“ And who might you be?” I asked, my interest peaking.

“ Unforgettable.” His gaze was quite startling to maintain contact with, but it needed to be done if I were to forge new alliances.

I stared at him for a moment, his beauty almost made my mind slip of his words.

“Unforgettable?”

He simply nodded, taking out something in had longed for all in my years of living.

**_Hi kids! Ya like violence?

KIDDIN.’ Just a quote from Eminem.

Wondering what in the flipping farting fleeting fueling filling finching flinching freaking fleaking fuck is goin’ on?

NO WORRIES!

Here is some answers, but not all..

Protagonist - name - Edin, age - 16, gender -female.

Antagonist- her father, whom you just saw basically acting like a real peice of work in the beginning, age - 61, gender - annoying.

So why’d the guy down there say ‘ unforgettable?’ Basically, he was her childhood friend, Sam. 18, and thriving babyyyyy!

Nope! Sorry, lemme refrase, childhood CRUSH, both adapting feelings for one another.

He promised he would help her escape and find what she needs buthe was taken by

ЖЖЖЖЖ.

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_****_Her father is some dude who is deep in the idea of her marrying some old fart for money and goodluck when she reaches age 17, poor mans in delulu.

Basically, i forgit to say that that also is NOT exactly her father. She was sold at birth to this delulu dude in a desert, where she grew up.

Bio parents likely dead.

What are ‘ eyeballs?’ That sounds terribly dumb but it really isnt.

‘ eyeballs ‘ come from an ancient scorpion that hides out every day, except only for a few minutes in between sundown and full darkness. Yet they still tend to hide near their homes even during this time.

Basically, if one is to find a scorpion and kill it, harvesting their weird magical eyeballs, they get 4 wishes. Kinda like a genie with no eyelids or magical blue bodies.

All good? Then just know these writings are gonna get hella sassier.

_**

“ You—“ words fumbled over one another in a frantic attempt of expressing my confusion and anger.

He held the black voids of empty eternalness in front of my lips, his thumb slightly caressing them.

“ I told you i wouldnt come back empty handed, Edin.”

All was silent, i could feel my heart race, pounding out of my chest as everything clicked.

I leaped onto him, laughing, teary eyed.

He was taken aback for a moment, but laughed as i tackled him over.

“ Sam! It IS you! I thought.. oh your actually here!”

I pulled his face close to mine, and stopped when he did.

_Can i kiss you?_

I thought to myself, i hadnt seen him in years. Would his lips still be as soft as i remember?

As drawing to as i remember?

_PLEASE FUCKIN’ KISS ME EDIN._

Sam thought, his hand shaking with his need.

“ Screw it!” I went in for a kiss, holding him tightly. He sat up as i began to slide right into his arms, right into my place, right where i needed to be.

After a few minutes of reminiscing, we found his shelter and we began opening the jar, where the small black orbs wandered all the days they had waited.

I slid one into my hand, this sweet moment felt too good to be true, like a good dream that you cant fall back asleep to finish, where you dont see how it ends.

All I do know, is that Sam and I decided that wishing was silly, and so we hid the jar until we would have our own child. We had everything we needed, right there, where everything, needed to always be.