[ CW ] Pick up the nearest book and flip to the first sentence . Make it the last sentence of your story .

Shelly wrinkled her nose as she took her seat on the public bus. She spread out the wrinkles in her white skirt, careful not to make eye contact with any of the surrounding vagabonds. The seat next to her, thankfully was open. She took no time in setting her Louis Vuitton purse in it. Just to make sure no one got the wrong idea and tried to sit by her. 
 
 The bus slowly pulled away from the station. Shelly could feels the curious eyes on her. The lesser always stared at her, she was used to it. She would have leaned back in the seat, but she didn ’ t want to risk ruining her perfect ponytail. Instead, she just sat up straight, staring dully out the window. She would only have to take this horrible contraption for one more day, and then her father would give her her keys back. It was totally unfair he ’ d taken them in the first place, she thought. She ’ d only been in two car accidents, and neither were her fault. 
 
 The first was definitely the fault of the idiot in front of her who didn ’ t understand that the green light meant go. She had figured he ’ d get the message if she bumped his car ever so slightly. Instead the moron had called the police. 
 
 And the second, while she had crashed into a Chanel Boutique, it was only because she was swerving to miss the pigeon in the road. What sort of horrible person ran over an innocent little bird after all? 
 
 “ Mind if I sit here? ” A male voice asked, drawing Shelly out of her thoughts instantly. She looked over, a sarcastic snip on the tip of her tongue. 
 
 “ Stand and burn some extra calories, ” She snapped. “ And cut your hair, hippie. ” 
 
 The man glared at her, but made his way to the back of the bus without saying anything. That was the key to dealing with these heathens. You just had to set the rules. Sort of like training dogs, she mused. 
 
 
 She spent to rest of the trip idly flicking through her phone. When the bus finally stopped, she shoved her way off first, making a face whenever she had to touch someone. She strode down the sidewalk, deciding to take a shortcut through the alley to the campus. 
 
 Shelly had made it only a couple of feet in when she was slammed against the fall. Her purse dropped to the ground, and she struggled to look at her attacker. At the moment, she was more indignant than scared. 
 
 “ Let me go you slimeball! Don ’ t you know who I am? I ’ m the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, jerk! ” She screeched. Her anger turned to fear as a hand was placed over her mouth. Her attacked just snorted. “ Sure, and I ’ m the vampire Lestat. ” 

