Read Part 1 here. Tasha’s Beginning

“Um…hi.”

I have no idea what he’s going to say.

“I’m Shane. Need a ride?”

“Nope, I don’t ride with strangers. Thanks for the offer though.”

I started to walk away and he was still driving behind me. Ugh, I have a stalker! I can’t believe this! I’m not even attractive; what does he want from me?

“Hey, I don’t mean to scare you or anything, but you look like a wet dog with banana muck on you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I understand if you don’t want to come with. But I really think you should save yourself anymore embarrassment.”

I sighed. I didn’t care if I got kidnapped at this point. No one would have missed me anyway. I did something that would have changed my life possibly forever.

I went into the car.

“So what’s your name, hun?”

I muttered shyly. “It’s Tasha.”

“Tasha, nice name. Now normally I wouldn’t do this, but you looked like you needed a pick-me-up.”

I scoffed. I still don’t get it. But hey, I’m out of the rain. Then he just started rambling about something.

“I set up insurance quotes for people who don’t know the real concept of cash. I always have an assistant, but she quit.”

“Aww, I’m sorry.” I paused, because I have a feeling what’s next. “So did you touch her boob or her ass?”

“Haha, very funny. I did none of the above. She just had to focus on school. Anyway, I’m looking for a new assistant. You seem well rounded. Have you ever thought of an after-school job?”

I’m generally fearless, but this guy was scaring me. I had the right mind to just jump out and run away, but it was raining. The ride was nice, even if this guy was creepy. “No.”

“You should consider it. It’s a nice confidence booster for girls like you. I remember her being really shy and unsure of herself. Then the more she worked with me, the more open she became. Nice girl.”

“Meh, I don’t have time for a job right now.”

He stopped the car at a coffee shop. “Well, if you consider it, give me a call. I think it’d be good for you.”

I got out of the car and I was still confused. But I took the number and put it deep in my pockets, never to be seen again.

(Part 3 coming soon)

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My name is Tasha. I am a shopping addict. I have everything that many want, but can’t afford, or don’t want. I have every bag by every big designer out there; Prada, LV, Gucci…you name it, I have it. Same with my clothes. I’m always in style, no matter if it’s rainy, snowy, or humid. I gotta look my best. There’s just one small thing that many don’t know about me.

I’m really broke.

So how can I afford all these luxurious things? Well, that’s where I tell this story.

It started when I was in junior high. I wasn’t the most beautiful girl in school. Wait, let me rephrase that–I was downright ugly. I had the Coke-bottle glasses, the crooked teeth…yeah, I was that stereotypical geek that was literally thrown in garbage cans. One day, I just about had enough of it. After I got out of the garbage can for the umpteenth time, I looked in the mirror. After brushing the banana peels and other muck out of my hair, and wiping the tears off my face, I just left school. As my luck would have it, it was raining. They didn’t say rain in the forecast. Great. A car drove by and I ended up getting splashed with mud and other stuff. Great.

Then said car reversed. Oh what the hell now?

Not sure what was gonna be said to me, I just prepared myself for the worst. He rolled down his window and I was expecting him to laugh in my face.

“Hi.”

What the fuck?!

(Part 2 coming soon)

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So what happens when your significant other is a very picky person? What happens when it comes down to serious matters? In this story, one relationship fails due to something as simple as an auto insurance quote.

Him: Hon, let’s look at this site for insurance.

Her: (takes a look) No.

Him: Oh, stop, they look cheap enough! Let’s just take a look.

Her: No. Go to another site.

Him: Oh for crying out loud.

(He goes to another site)

Her: (looks at it) No.

Him: What’s wrong with this one?!

Her: Too cheap. You know something isn’t right when it’s so cheap.

Him: (sighs) You are stubborn, you know that?

Her: Shut up and go on another site.

(He goes to another site, and it didn’t finish loading until…)

Her: No.

Him: Are you kidding me?! The site didn’t even finish loading!

Her: Hon, that’s why I said no. If they can’t make their site load fast enough, they might not be able to help us fast enough!

Him: Okay, you know what? Why don’t you look for a site?

Her: No, that’s your job; you look, I say no.

Him (aggravated, mumbles): My mother warned me about you.

Her: Excuse me?

Him: Nothing.

Her (pulls his ear): WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Him: N-n-nothing at all!

Her: You know what? You wanna talk about mothers? Your mother needs to comb that rat nest of hers on her head!

Him: Ooooh…no…you…didn’t!

Her: Yes I did! And another thing, when was the last time she went to the dentist, huh?

Him: Would you stop talking about my mother please?

Her: Oh no, I’m not done yet. She slept around so much that she doesn’t know who your real daddy is! And this is coming from her!

Him: Okay, that does it! I refuse to sit here and make you talk about my mother like that!

As they argue, his mother comes into the apartment. She looks at them, looks at the laptop, then shakes her head.

Mother: I wish you’d get married already. Then you’ll have an excuse to argue!

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A man was surfing the net aimlessly. He wasn’t looking for anything specific, but he hoped for something remotely interesting. About 3 hours into his surfing, he got a pop-up window. Now normal people wouldn’t find this interesting and would simply close it. Not to this guy. This is possibly the most interesting thing he’s seen. It had flashy colors and promises of winning $10 million. There was a link, with a misspelling on it. It said “click here to lear more“.

He clicked.

Another pop-up. This one was even flashier than the other. Except this time, it said “win $15 million”. “Well,” he said. “I guess I click on this to win $10 million and then $15 million”.

So he clicked.

Another pop-up. This one was seizure-inducing and said in big bold letters.

WIN $100 MILLION! JUST CLICK HERE!

Normal people would have just stopped right here. Hell, they would have closed out from the first pop-up. Not this guy. $100 million was just way too much money to close out on. He thought of all the bills he’d pay off, the new house he’d get, the new car…

So he clicked for the third time.

Now you’d think that another pop-up would show up here. But to this guy’s dismay, something else popped up. Something so sinister that even the most evil fear it. Something so outrageous that even the most scandalous of celebrities pick up a tabloid for it.

Blue Screen of Death.

Well…that’s one way to stop aimless surfing.

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