Well again, I've got to write a short story and now I have two beginnings that I can choose between. Now, either one could be done in the first person but I think that one of them I'll do in third person since I want to have some variety. Of course, for me, first person is the different one since I usually write in third person.

But whatever. That wasn't the point. And yes, there is more sarcasm in this. I was just informed by Tina that I have bitchy characters in my head.

Which I agree with. But I like having bitchy characters. It's a fun way to get everything out, you know? And again I'm going off track. So anyway, I'll just post the first beginning that I wrote. It's longer than the other one so I'm going to wait and see how far I get on that one (at least until it's as long as this one) before I post that on here. Anyway, here's hoping you enjoy this first beginning that I'm posting.

They say when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

What a crock.

I didn't see my life. And why would I want to? I'd been there the first time around, what did I need to see it a second time for?

I'll tell you what I didn't need to see.

Some dickhead who, only minutes before, had been waving a gun around as if it were nothing more than a pillow.

Idiot.

He could've had my purse. I needed a new one anyway. Something told me that this was the first time he had tried to rob a person. It could have been the way his arms flailed around like he was having a seizure.

So I was his first. How sweet.