The Author part 2

Yay! Everyone celebrate.


Bean rushed into a gas station (They had a lot of those in L.A) A creepy looking woman with a ridiculous amount of make-up on shot her an ugly look. Bean glared back. She casually walked up to a small selection of hairbrushes. Why do they sell hairbrushes at gas stations? I don’t know. She picked one and darted towards the exit.
“HEY! YOU LITTLE SNOT- FACED #$%@#!!!!!’ the woman hollered. “Don’t you think you can go stealing my products!” she advanced threateningly towards Bean. Ban knew she would have to do some quick thinking. Very quick thinking.
She quickly ran the brush through her hair several times, and then looked up innocently.
“Oops! I’m afraid I forgot to pay for this!” she said sweetly.
“Well you better!”
“I’d like to, but I can’t afford it. I should put it back, even though I have a terribly infectious disease on my head. At random times it gets all flaky and all my hair falls out and my head gets full of blisters. If I scratch it, it starts bleeding profusely. It’s very gross and contagious.” She offered the hair brush back to the woman. “You can have it back though, if you want.”
“EW!” the woman turned a several shadows of green and stepped back a few feet. “Get that rotting carcass scalp of yours out of my gas station! AND DON’T COME BACK, YA MOOCHER!”
Bean darted back and finished brushing her hair right outside the gas station, until it had resumed its normal state of gorgeous goldenness. There. Now she could figure out what to do.
It was then that she realized her mom would come looking for her. And she would find her somehow. Bean shuddered, imagining what her mom would do when she found her daughter. No, best she RAN THE HECK AWAY! Started a new life, in a new state, with a new nickname. She didn’t know her real name anyways. Bean decided that her new name would be Pepper. Why? She didn’t know, but pepper sounded cool. Yes, that was her new name. Bag Bean.
Pepper now needed to get to Texas. She sat on a graffiti bench and thought. Suddenly a fat hobo who smelled strongly of whiskey came over to her. He was swaying and waddling.
“Hey pretty lady won’t you gimme a siiiggnnn” he sang, sitting down next to her.
“EW!” Pepper jumped up and ran down the street and sat down to a random old woman on another bench. The woman smelled like pennies, all metallic, and had a nearly bald cat sitting on her lap.
“MRRRREEEEEOOOOWWWWWWWW” As it yawned, Pepper noticed it only had one tooth, which was a dull shade of grey. Ew. L.A was weird.
“So,” the old woman said, smiling. Her teeth weren’t dull grey but bright yellow. Pepper counted them. She had exactly 4, one of which had a hole in it as if someone had shot it.
“… So.” Pepper said back.
“Where you headed?”
“What do you mean?” how did the woman know Pepper was going somewhere.
“Texas? Oh, how nice. Texas is a nice state. I like Texas.”
“Um, that’s very interesting.”
“Well, Pepper…” the old woman put her hand on Pepper’s shoulder. Pepper shied away. OMYGOSH! THE WOMAN’S HAND WAS GLUED TO PEPPER’S SHOULDER!

(to be continued maybe)