Excerpt: Candie Land Factory and What Moli Found There

"Hi I'm Moli. Isn't this a great day to ride the bus? I about to start work at the Candie Land Factory over on chocolate avenue. Who are you?" Somehow the concept of danger had never really gotten around to sticking with Moli very long. She always seemed to attract and be attracted to anything vaguely dangerous (except for boyfriends...when ever boy's became boyfriends to Moli, if they were even vaugely dangerous before-or not at all, they ended up not so dangerous by the time they ended up in the boyfriend/ boy toy catigory...friends too, but only to Moli and those she deemed worthy. Other wise they were as dangerous as ever.)for whatever odd reasons the universe and fates had decided.
The latin gangster guy glared at her, not chosing to answer her question just yet. But there was a faint smile tugging at the corrners of his lips. Just a small one mind you. Moli's infectious cheerfullness had yet to truely take hold just yet.
Moli, sitting beside him, decided to go right on chatting, completely ignoring the fact that he wasn't answering her question just yet. "Whats your name? I already told you mine so its only polite to tell /give me yours. But maybe you don't have a name. Maybe you have amnesia! Oh no I'm sorry. Um...Hum...Uh, nice day were having? ...The weather man said it was gonna be all rainny and wet, but I didn't belive him. The first day at a new job should always be fun and joyful and sunny. At least thats what I believe. Unless of course your new job needs a super rainy, dreary day; like if you were hired to be a vampires asistant over in Transelvania and had to take care of his huge old scary castle. Then maybe a storm would be okay. But i'd have to be a big one with lots of lightning and thunder, and just barely decapitated chickens running all about!"
The gangster-ish guy gave Moli a strange look and opened his mouth to ask the question that would cement their friendship once and for all. "Decapitated Chickens?"
"Yeah, headless chickens. They're absolutely terrifying cuz they run all over the place, in circles and such, after you cut off their head. Almost like they don't realize that their headless and technecly dead now." Moli shivered expressively causeing the latin guy beside her to laugh a short manly sort of laugh, Moli's good cheer and optimistic attatude finally grabbing hold.