A Trainer, 5'5, 16 years of age, and with dark skin had been traveling on a dirt path for the longest time...he wore white pants with the bottom half of the left leg colored black, and wore no shirt. He had a toned body with quite a lot of muscle, for his age at least, and also wore a black and white striped scarf around his neck, along with a black backpack. It was getting pretty late, and he had no idea where he was going... "...Dude...am I just...lost or somethin'?" He'd stop and look around the area. There were a few trees about, but not much else...he sighed. So much for the greatest journey ever... He folded his arms and sat down. "I should've brought a map with me or somethin'..." The wind blew, and a few leaves floated on by...he could make a fire...but he didn't feel like it right now. He'd just sit there and hope something eventful would occur...
I wanna say somethin' original! Somethin' that'll stick!
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"Fuck bitches, get money."
Nailed it!