New blueberry story rough draft

A Blueberry World Part one

Christen rolled down the window of her car as she drove home from a long day at work. She was ready to relax for a bit before heading out to party later that night. She was in her young twenties, single and looking to have fun not be trapped in some fast food place until she went crazy. She couldn’t wait to get home and switch out of her dark red uniform and grey slacks.

Still she had to do something for money. She wasn’t finished with collage yet so she couldn’t get the job she studying for, a game designer. Christen wanted to develop her own fantasy role playing game, it was her dream. But actually getting to the point where she could start working on her dream seemed like an impossible task.

The radio station began to cut out. Christen sighed as she moved her long dark hair from her face. This always happened as she drove through his part of town so she just turned the radio to a different station to listen to some rock music.

“We will get back to the music soon. Now let’s get into our strange urban story of the week.”

Christen sighed. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Earlier today a young woman by the name of Marget came into the Saint Marthas hospital complaining about a strange bug bite. A few hours later her skin turned blue and she experienced extreme swelling.

The young woman is miraculously ok. Despite having massive swelling she was able to easily recover on her own, though she is still blue as of this recording.  This was just such a weird story that we thought it would make our strange urban stories segment of the week.”

Christen laughed as the music began to play. “That is crazy. I can’t believe where they even come up with these stories. Last week it was some crazy story about ants that were carrying the police station two inches west every month. I wonder who is getting paid to write such boloney.”

She came to a stop at an intersection, tapping her finger on the wheel. “Just a few more lights and I will be home. Greg is supposed to be coming over tonight.  He said he had a surprise for me or something.”

Christen suddenly heard a strange buzzing. “Crap did I let a bee or something in my car?” She began to swat around as the light turned green. “Ugh great.” If there was one thing she hated it was bugs. As she drove she had one blue eye scanning her vehicle for the pesky invader. Where are you?

Suddenly she saw the bug. It was the strangest thing she had ever seen, a big blue swollen bug hovering just in front of her face. She used her left hand to swat at it. “Get out of my car.”

The strange fly dogged her hand and landed on her arm and bit her. “Oww.” She slammed down hard squashing it, a strange blue liquid oozing out. “Yuck.”

Christen wiped off her arm at the next intersection and closed her window. “At least it wasn’t a bee.” She held up her arm and observed a dark purple ring around where she had been bitten. “I hope I don’t have to go to the doctor for that exotic bug bite.” She shook her head. “That is the last thing I need right now.”

A few minutes later she drove into her garage. Christen let out a sigh of relief as she parked her car and stepped out of her vehicle. “Time to clean this gunk off my shirt before Greg arrives.” She looked at her arm as she walked into her house. “At least the bug bite seems to be healing. I don’t see the purple ring anymore.”

As she stepped through the door two hands covered her eyes. “Guess wh—

She turned around and kicked. Moments later she heard a familiar voice. “Ugh. Christen it’s me. Greg. God you hit me right in the groin.”

She put her hands to her lips. “Greg? What are you doing here?”

He fell onto his knees. He had a dark black jacket and blue jeans. “I used the spare key you gave me. I wanted to surprise you for our one month anniversary.”

She helped him up. “Sorry. I should have told you I don’t like people sneaking up on me. Especially in my own house.”

Greg took a deep breath as he blinked his green eyes. “Noted now. It is nice to see you even if you tried to kill me.”

She laughed. “Who tried to kill who? You were stalking around in my house.”

“You gave me a key.”

“Yes. Yesterday.” She rolled her eyes. “I might take it back.”

Greg waved his hands. “No. You don’t have to. I promise I won’t do this again.”

Christine laughed. “I am kidding. You would have to do a lot worse for me to take that baby back.” She turned around and kissed him.

“Well that is a relief. So where do you want to go tonight?”

Christine stretched. “I think my neighbor is having a party later tonight. They said something about it yesterday.”

Greg nodded. “Ok. Well I will see you over then tonight.”

She turned around as he headed for the door. “Hey you don’t even know when it will be.”

He shrugged. “Just wait for when all the cars appear. It isn’t my first time.” He walked down the hallway and moments later she heard her front door slam.

Christine sighed as she headed upstairs. “I need to switch out of this ugly uniform and into something more appealing for tonight. I don’t want people to barf when the see me tonight, especially Greg.”

She opened the door of her bedroom and sat on the edge her bed, working on uniting her bland brown work shoes. Once she had her laces untied she flipped her shoes off into her closest. She then flexed her toes. “Ahh much better.”

As she stretched out her legs she noticed a strange blue color just above her socks. “That is strange.” She pulled down her socks to see that her feet had turned a dark blue color.

“What in the world?” She scratched at her skin. “How did this happen? Ugh it won’t even come off.” Christen sighed. “Now I have to wear crappy shoes to the party to hide this. At least it is just my feet. This could be much worse.”

Christen switched out of her work uniform and into something more commutable, a blue blouse and black and blue skirt. She put on sneakers and blue socks to hide her discolored skin. “There. That should do for tonight.”

***

Later that night Christine found herself knocking at her neighbor’s door, hoping they would hear her with the booming music from inside. A few moments later a stumbling man in a grey and red pattered t-shirt opened the door. “Christen.” He opened his arms wide. “Happy to see you.”

She hugged him. “He Andrew. I see you are drunk already.”

“It wouldn’t be a party if I couldn’t have some fun. And you smell fine as well if I do say so myself.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

He closed the door behind her scratching his black hair. “You oddly smell like blueberries.”

She walked into the next room. I need to make sure I don’t give him any drinks tonight. He is already a bit too crazy.