My short story there will be errors and stuff like that but yeah here you go. Message me what you think.
This girl was just like any other ordinary teenager, she sits around on the computer and enjoyed reading. The girl was never really a people person, well she wanted friends but it was hard for her to make any. She was stick thin, long shiny black hair and piercing crystal blue eyes. But most of all she was just ordinary.
The ordinary girl got up from the computer and walked out of her tiny apartment. Up to the roof she went; she enjoyed taking the stairs, so she walked up the 10 extra stories to the top. The girl knew she wasn’t allowed up there but she never really cared.
Walking over to the ledge, she looked over and the busy sidewalk, people pushing and shoving trying to get past each other.
“All you stupid people never knowing when to stop and love the world,” She yelled down at the passer byers. No one looked up, no one even seemed to notice her. She leaned over the ledge till the sunset. She walked back down the 10 flights of stairs back to the tiny apartment. When she opened the door her parents were there waiting for her to arrive.
“Where have you been?” The girls mother asked.
“I was on the roof.”
“I was watching the people.”
“I told you not to go up there, you’re going to get in trouble,” her mother said walking over to the kitchen.
“Yeah whatever sorry,” she mumbled. She walked into her room and closed the door.
The girl constantly started going on to the roof, because she loved watching the people, she would give them a story of what she thought they were like. There was a man in a suit, so she decided that he was a very important person at a very important company, or the kid was a muscle shirt on and an easy looking girl on his arm, he was definitely the school asshole. She would do this for hours until it got dark, she would always get home before her parents so she wouldn’t get in trouble.
The next day the girl wanted to walk along the ledge of the building, so she hoisted herself up and began to walk along the edge. “That’s a sixteen story drop.” She thought to herself aloud. Looking over the edge she thought of what would happen if she fell. She would die but what would happen to the people she loved? From this scary thought she leapt down from the ledge and went back inside.
This ordinary girl didn’t go to the roof for a while. Her parents had not been having much work lately so they stayed home, which meant the girl stayed in her room hoping they would leave so she could escape to her rooftop paradise. Why the girl loved it so much know one really knew but when she was there she felt free and she loved watching the people. Finally her parents got some work.
“Stay away from the roof, please,” Her father pressured her.
“I haven’t gone up there since mom told me not to. You guys are going to be late. I love you,” she said pushing them out of the door. She waited five minutes before she flew out of the door to the rooftop. She peered over for the millionth time, but for her it was always different, different people. The thought of falling off the ledge came into her mind again.
“only stupid people fall,” she laughed to herself and hopped on to the edge. At first she just sat there with her legs dangling over. She swung her feet so that they would bang against the brick building. She sat there for hours till she got bored of sitting. She looked down and checked her phone, the screen lit up and it read 3:22. “Three hours I have been sitting here, damn.”
She stood up and walked along the edge of the whole building till she was about to come to a stop back where she started. The girl gasped as she watched her shoe fall from the roof of their ten storey apartment building. Her eyes widened in horror when her slipper didn’t hit the cold cement ground below as predicted—instead it landed upon the head of a passerby.
The young man stumbled and nearly fell over by the sudden assault on his head.
Dazed, the man looked around for what had hit him and found a simple, white slipper. He looked to the roof where he could only assume the shoe came from and found the young girl from floor six.
“Sorry!” She called down.
The man grabbed her fallen shoe and yelled back at her, “Wait right there!”
The girl hopped off the ledge and wrung her hands together anxiously as she waited. Her heart pounded loudly that she feared that it would pop right out of her chest. She debated waiting as instructed or fleeing. If she stayed she would definitely get an earful. If she left she could avoid him—but face his wrath another day and risk the possibility of her parents finding out.
Before she could make her final decision, the door leading to the rooftop flew open and the man stepped forward .
“Is this your shoe?” He asked though he already knew the answer.
The girl bowed deeply, “I’m so sorry. It just kinda slipped off, I really didn’t mean to.”
The man sighed “Sit down,” he instructed as he gestured towards the ledge. The girl did as she was told—too frightened to question his demand. She kept apologizing profusely as the man drew near and shook like a leaf on a windy day.
She nearly shrieked when the man knelt down in front of her and lifted her right leg.
“W-what are you doing?!” She asked in a surprised voice when the man took her fallen shoe and secured it back onto her foot.
Still kneeling, the man glanced up, giving the girl a view of his handsome face. “It is a gentleman’s duty to return a woman’s shoe.” He explained simply.
The man stood as a pink colour bloomed beautifully on the girl’s cheeks. “T-thank you…”
A smile tugged at the man’s lips. “No need to thank me.”
“Wha—” The girl began to ask when the man placed two large hands on her shoulders but was cut short when he pushed her backwards.
Down she fell, a scream stuck in her throat. The last thing she saw before she met the hard ground was the back of the man’s retreating back.
The ordinary girl lied on the sidewalk limp and lifeless.