This choice: She moves to get a drink | Go Back Chapter 4: A parched goddess (ID #716859) an addition by: teniko ![View teniko's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Her feet thudded onto the ground as she stood up. You paused, unsure what to do. You saw her feet turn towards you, one foot flying over head.
"Few..." You mutter.
Meg walked forward gracifully. Her feet making muffled slapping sounds on the cold tials of her kition as she walked towards the door. She unleashed the fridges light with her hand, letting the coldness flow around her bare legs. The cold slowly filled the room as she bent down. Her face was straight as she spotted what she wanted.
"Ah..." She muttered, a small smile flicked on her face for a milasecond as her nible fingers wrapped around a coke.
She stood up and spun around on her sock. She clicked the can open and took a large sip as she kicked the fridge door closed.
The light retreated back to it's frosty prison as the uncaring girl walked away with the cold drink trickling down her throat. She paused, letting the drink pause as she moved it away from her moist lips.
She was staring right at you. Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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