I walked over to the door with my shovel ready. I opened the door to see… a man with a gun pointed right at me.
” Wait what is going on her-”
“Shut up pathetic little girl,” the man said. ” let me in the house or I’ll fire.” I let him in the house since I didn’t want to die yet. All the man did was look at the news and go.
“Say, what’s your name?” I asked him. He didn’t respond. Then he stood up and said “Thanks.” Then he left. An hour later I heard another knock on my door.
Ordinary. What is ordinary? I mean am I ordinary? Are you, the reader ordinary? Sadly I can’t answer that, but I can…? I don’t know what I’m really doing here. I don’t really know anywhere to use it. I don’t think I could use the word ordinary to describe anyone or anything. I think I could use it as… um… er actually never use it. I don’t really think that this word has any use. I mean it’s not like I used it anywhere or actually researched about it. I find the word really… maybe… kind of confusing at times. It’s incredible.