You got: Hula Hoop Girl
You give the front of a happy girl, twirling around a hula hoop like there’s no tomorrow, but you’re actually in pain. Your soul is in pain. You live in the most boring and desolate place in the world. Your only source of happiness is a plastic hula hoop you found at a cheap corner store. You killed a man with it. He was wearing a black shirt and you saw him disappear before your very eyes. It wasn’t your fault. He ran into you while riding a skateboard. But now you have this guilt you’re going to have to carry around for the rest of your life. You’re all alone… You and your hula hoop.