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// She's Your Problem Now! 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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	The weather report: sunny with a small breeze around the semi-sweet town of Colton. Zack Branigan, a seventeen year old, high school loser, is walking down the street to his apartment complex. He is skinny and on the short side compared to his friends if he had any. His hair is light brown and his eyes a light red, almost pink. Around his neighborhood, he is known as pink eye because of his unusual eye color. As if that wasn't bad enough, even his mother calls him pink eye. It's truly him against the world.

A car swerves in from around the corner. A black 2007 Mustang with tinted windows speeds towards Zack, but he is too engrossed in his miserable day at school to notice the car driving dangerously close to him. The car drifts around Zack and stops directly in front of him causing him to snap out of his dark thoughts. A guy around the age of twenty-seven pokes his entire upper half of his body out of the open window. He is tall with red curly hair and a light skin tone. In his hand, he has a blue urn looking thing. The guy's face scrunches up into a nasty scowl and throw the urn with all his might at Zack.

The urn smacks Zack in the forehead knocking him to the ground. "She's your problem now!" That's the last thing Zack hears the guy say before the car speeds away and disappears as quickly as it appeared. The look on the guy's face when he threw the urn could curdle milk. It's as if he wanted nothing more, but to be rid of this mysterious urn. Zack rubs his forehead, unsure what exactly happened. He looks at the urn. It is topped off by a cork colored the same as the rest of the bottle and on the face of the urn is a light blue wand swirling some magic dust in the air. 

Zack picks it up. He expected it to feel like glass but it strangely has a rubbery feel to it. He taps it on the side to test if it has anything inside. The muffled thumps prove it's filled with something thick and viscous, like syrup. It's also lighter than it indicates since the thing is nearly the size of his head. Zack is surprised the impact didn't knock him out cold.

Adding it to the list of tortures this day has brought him, he picks up the urn and continues walking home.