"Damn,
out of quarters." Jackie expressed disappointedly, as she stood blankly
next to the old arcade machine in the hotel lobby. She collected her small red
book bag, and as she started to head out one of the hotel's staff gave her a
suspicious look which made her glance over quickly, but she still marched out
of the building casually as if she belonged there.
The town Jackie lived in wasn't huge, but it wasn't
precisely what you'd call a "small town" either. Jackie usually wore
a black hoodie and blue jeans. She was a brunette with a streak of blonde dyed
in. She was fourteen years of age, and stood about five foot tall. Everywhere
she went she brought her red book bag which almost always contained:
1.) Her personal journal
2.)
An MP3 player with a thousand songs, half of which she even liked
3.) A deck of poker cards
4.) A razor sharp box cutter
There were almost always some other assorted goods in there, of course. It made her uncomfortable to ever leave the house without this book bag.
She walked back to her apartment with a blank expression staring at the ground, barely paying attention to what was going on in front of her. She fantasized about what she would do when she finally had what you and I would call "superpowers". To her, it was a natural assumption that at some point she would gain superpowers, and that life would get better. For now, she would have to put up with her mother and her mother's live-in boyfriend. It was whatever.
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