Journal Entry
Author Unknown
The world’s oldest profession. Can’t blame a girl for wanting to make a buck. Seems like there are easier ways, but maybe she enjoys living on the edge. Or shall I say enjoyed.
enjoyed.I hate to spoil the ending, but she"s dead now.
In her line of work, I suppose she craved the excitement of not knowing what’s going to happen next. I wanted to give her that.
So I did. She was in the trunk of my car as I continued to drive. The car wasn"t moving fast, but it was moving. She was getting dizzy, lightheaded. She wanted out of the trunk and she wanted out now.
“Hey,” she yelled. “Hey, stop this, will ya? It"s not funny.”
I continued to drive all through town, and I agreed. It wasn"t funny.
“You have to stop! I’m getting sick in here!”
She began to freak out
