Assignment: This Blonde Chick (:30 Essay)

Kryrsta hoisted her fire truck-shaped red backpack over her shoulders, the backpack soared over her head and hit the ceiling of the train stop in downtown Chicago. I hate being so tall she thought to herself, which turned out to be a mistake. A little old lady fell over as Krysta walked past her. “Calm down, it’s not like the train’s here yet. No need to fall for me, either!” Krysta called out cheerily as she skipped down the stairs. She declared the train to appear, and it did immediately after. Three stops into her journey, she sat down next to a strapping young man, and they got off the train together three more stops later. She turned to him and said, “We’re polar opposites! I’m going to be a train wizard, and you’re an accountant – also, you’re short and blonde, and I’m tall and blonde!” 


Author: erikabunk

Raised in Northern Minnesota. BA in Radio/Business & Entrepreneurship. Painfully average marathoner. Spends too much time on Spotify, in search of the best record store in the world, and dreams of returning to Reykjavík.

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