Snippets of some dank stories (except they're actually stories)

Shorter one for ya, don't choke on on the connections there, won't cha?

But it was too late, and she was no longer visible. Rene decided that the best option would be to go to the adults, but right before she was about to call Chariot or any other grown up, a voice sounded behind her.
“You’re about to call the adults?” The girl asked.
Rene stuttered. “Who are you?’
“The name’s Bonnie. I know your name, and your sister’s. Listen, come with me.”
Bonnie had waist length platinum blonde hair and some of the lightest, bluest eyes she had ever seen. That made Rene frown at herself. Even Bonnie’s clothes were more sophisticated looking; she wore a long red denim jacket, and she looked like a professional model for a beach scented perfume company.