My little sister and I decided to walk around the neighborhood, our dad had given us some money, so my second sister said she would stay home.
We head out, buy icecream, and around six-thirty PM we call our dad and tell him we're gonnna head home. He's at work.
He says we can walk to Little Ceasar's and buy some pizza, then get a movie at Blockbuster.
So my little sister and I head out, I have the money in my back, my knife out for safety precautions, and we make it to the parking lot of Little Ceasar's.
Earlier before we got home, put my skateboard and her bike up, my little sister was saying how she was scared we would get jumped or kidnapped, it was dark after all.
I tell her, "We'll be fine, have faith, God will protect us." And her frears were somewhat silenced.
So we're walking in the parking lot, and I'm wearing this short shorts, purple pantiehose, a tight shirt, and another cover like jacket thing.
This guy is sitting in this 70s ford and looks at me, I look at him, avert my gaze and watch him from my peripheal.
He shines this green lazer light thing on me, and I look at him, then look away. He does it again.
"Asshole," I mumbled, and my little sister thinks I'm calling her that, I then explain I was calling that man that name, the one in the car.
She freaks out while we're walking, and he continues to shine the light on us across the parking lot, staring in that truck.
I turn around and flip him off and walk into Little Ceasar's. We buy a pizza and tell the people inside about what he's doing. HE'S FREAKING MY BABY SISTER OUT DAMNITT. So the guy there walks us over to Blockbuster, and we say thank you. We go inside Blockbuster and call dad and tell him what happened. He tells me to get the license plate number on that truck and call the cops. I tell my little sister to stay inside the store, and ask them to watch her. I walk out and I'm heading toward the truck, there's guy's grouped around it.
I see the man who helped us walking back to the store and I run toward him. The truck is way too far away for me to even get the plate number.
"Hey! Did you get the license plate number?" I ask.
"No, I told him I called the cops, and he's leaving. I don't think he meant anything by it though," I say ok, and I call dad and tell him.
He says to wait by Little Ceasar's until the cops get there. So I get my little sister and we wait, eating pizza. It's then we find out that the man only said he called the cops to scare that ass away.
I make another call to my dad, and he tells me to call the cops and say, "I was walking in the parking lot and there's this weird guy shining lights on me and my little sister and we don't want to walk home."
So I did, and the lady on the police line tells us to wait inside until the officer comes.
So we do and police man finally comes home, and he talks briefly to the man who worked at the store while my sister and I are getting in the back of the truck. And I'm thinking to myself, I'm an idiot, I need to stop wearing these clothes, cause I always attract the wrong attention, and it always scares my litte sister.
So yeah, we sat in the back of a kick ass police car, a pizza box next to us, while we both babble and asked the man questions.
Now we are cozy, and safe, in our house.
Yeah, I have an account on deviantART.com, but decided to make an account here, why not?
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