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Short Story Sunday 187: X-Amount [NaNoWriMo]

Short Story Sunday 188: X-Amount

            Nate knocked on my office door and poked his head through the crack. I didn’t bother to look up from my computer screen. I was in the middle of a sentence, so I continued to type. I was relieved that Nate knew I wasn’t ignoring him, I was just focusing. He quietly came into the room and placed another mug of coffee on the corner of my desk. To show my thanks I continued typing with one finger on my right hand and I took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee with my left hand. Then I continued to speed type with both hands again.

I heard Nate chuckle, but he remained where he was.

Okay, it was nice of him to bring me a coffee and all, but he could go now. NaNoWriMo was over in just three days and I had some serious catching up to do. I was only one day behind in my word count, but I wanted to get ahead as much as I could. I wanted to finish before November 30. I wanted to validate my word count, sit back and relax while everyone else in the world scrambled to get their own counts in at the last minute.

Nate knew this was the home stretch and he did a pretty good job just silently giving me more caffeine and sugar, but for some reason he was just standing next to my desk watching me a weird smile on his face.

When I finished the scene I was on, I allowed my fingers to rest. I took another sip of coffee and looked at my boyfriend.

“Thank you for the refill.” I said.

Nate nodded. He still smiled creepily at me.

I peered into the mug wondering what he did to my beverage. I shook my head placing it back down on my desk. Nate didn’t do anything, I was just tired. Though he was acting really suspicious.

“Can I help you with anything else?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” Nate shrugged shaking his head. “I’m here to help you, remember?”

“Sure,” I said.

Silence again.

I looked back to my computer screen. Maybe if he thought I was getting back to work then he would turn around and leave. I started typing the next paragraph and Nate remained staring at me.

“Okay, what are you doing?” I stopped typing in the middle of my sentence and stared at Nate exasperated.

“Are you almost done?” he asked eagerly.

“Almost,” I sighed.

“How many words do you have?”

“About 43,000,”

“Wow!”

“Is that all?” I asked, trying to keep a calm tone, but he was really annoying me.

“Are you on par for today?” he continued.

“No. I need about 45,000 words for today.” I replied.

“Don’t worry, you can do it!” Nate exclaimed fist-pumping the air.

I stared at him with a raised eyebrow, but didn’t say anything else. Yes, he had helped me when I went through my week two slump and he had encouraged me to catch up when family events got in the way and I had to skip a day or two of writing. I knew he was excited that the end was near, but I couldn’t be too sure why.

Was he happy that he would finally have my undivided attention again once this was all over? Or was he actually happy for me to accomplish something?

“Nate, do you mind?” I asked as politely as I could. Though not too polite so that he wouldn’t get that I was becoming frustrated with him.

Nate frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Do you mind if I keep working?”

Nate looked behind him and then back at me. What was that for?

“Uh, sure,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Thank you–” I smiled and then frowned as I watched him sit down on the couch. “—What are you doing?”

“You’re almost done, right?” Nate asked.

“Not really…” I muttered.

Nate pursed his lips together and then looked down at the ground.

I sighed. I knew this month was rough for me and Nate had been there for me to push me through every single obstacle and he was there to cheer me one with every small accomplishment. What have I done for him during the month? Not much, that’s all I can say.

“Nate, we can watch a movie or something tonight if you want. I just want to try to reach 46,000 words and then I’m all yours.” I said.

Nate grinned from ear to ear. “Great! But I think you meant 45,000 words.”

“No, 46,000 words. I want to try to get a little bit ahead for tomorrow.” I leaned back in my chair and pointed to my laptop. “That way, I’ll only need to write 4,000 words tomorrow and than I’ll win. I’ll be done for the month two days before the actual end.”

Nate cheered standing up and doing a little jig around the coffee table. I couldn’t help but laugh at him as I took another sip of my coffee. I got a small drop and then stared at the bottom of the mug with a frown.

I didn’t even realize that I was still drinking the coffee while talking to Nate.

Nate took the mug from me with a sweet smile. “I’ll get another refill for you. You get back to work.”

I grinned turning my attention back to my laptop. Nate walked out of the room and closed the door. I started typing as fast as I could go. I wanted another coffee, but I wanted to be quicker than Nate if I could. The last thing I needed was for him to be hanging around me again.

I woke up extra early the following morning. It was a Tuesday and both Nate and I had called out of work. I wanted to be sure to finish my word count and Nate wanted to celebrate with me once I reached 50,000 words.

It wasn’t until that morning that I realized just how much strain NaNo was for Nate as well, even though he wasn’t even participating in it. I had neglected him for the majority of the month, as well as the rest of the house and even work, and he had been giving me more attention that he normally did.

It was no wonder that he was bothering me the day before. He was probably eager for the month to end just as much as I was.

So, that was why I woke up at five o’clock in the morning. I knew Nate was going to end up sleeping in to at least seven, so that gave me two hours to write as much of 4,000 words as I could. The less Nate had to wait around for me to finish, the better.

I was a fast typist and if I focused hard enough I could potentially write 4,000 words in the two hours before Nate rolled out of bed. Of course, I was extremely tired. Nate and I had watched three movies the night before cuddling on the couch and we didn’t go to bed until late. I wasn’t sure how long I had before my eyes would start to cross over themselves.

I was determined, though. I was able to write about 1,500 words in the first hour. I accepted that. I wouldn’t finish before Nate woke up, but that was okay. He wouldn’t have to wait for me to write 4,000 words, which was the main thing.

I wrote for another 30 minutes. It was 6:30 in the morning and I only had 2,500 words. I took a sip of my coffee and drew in a deep breath. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to write 1,500 words in a half hour, but I was sure going to try.

But then a knock came at my door. I looked up and there was Nate.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt. Do you need a refill?” he asked sweetly.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, that would be great.” I couldn’t believe he had dealt with me for this entire month waiting on me hand and foot while I sat at my computer all the time.

I knew it was going to take Nate all but five minute to refill my coffee, so I tried to type as quickly as I could before he came back into my office. I was making typos left and right, but I think that was also because I was tired, not just because I was rushing.

“How many words do you have?” Nate asked.

I jumped. I didn’t even hear him come back into the room. I took the mug with both hands brought it up to my lips. I smelled the coffee and smiled. The smell of coffee always brought me right into heaven. It was wonderful.

“I have about 1,500 words left.” I said.

“Oh, wow!” Nate exclaimed. He put his hands up as though he was surrendering and headed back towards the door. “I’ll leave you be while you finish up.”

“Thanks. I think I may only be another hour or so.” I said.

Nate gave me a thumbs-up and closed the door behind him. What I didn’t realize was that he was sitting just outside the door waiting.

Once an hour had come and gone, he asked, “Are you done, yet?” through the door every five minutes.

I wasn’t sure why, but that last 1,500 words was so hard to reach. It could have been because I was so close to the end that it was dragging on. Or it could have been that I had written so much in such a short amount of time that my brain was fried. It also didn’t help that Nate was interrupting me all the time, even though he wasn’t coming into the room anymore. I seriously regretted telling him that I may have been only another hour.

“I’m getting there…” I groaned through the door once he asked if I was finished for the fifth time.

I took me another 20 minutes, for whatever reason, but I did it. As soon as I saw my word count at the bottom of the screen say “50,000” I immediately stopped and cheered.

Nate barged into the room. “Did you do it?!”

“I did it!”

We both hugged and danced in circles in the middle of the room. If anyone happened to walk by they would think I had just won the lottery or something. I had a brand new novel to edit, though, so in a way, it was like winning the lottery.

“What do you get now?” Nate asked.

“Well, after I validate it I get a certificate!”

“That’s it?” Nate deadpanned.

I chuckled. “There are also special offers and discounts from sponsors. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot, but you have to remember that I now have a completed novel. That’s 50,000 more words I wouldn’t have had if this month wasn’t NaNo.”

“So the book is its own reward, pretty much.” Nate nodded.

“Yes,”

“Well, I have something for you.” Nate ran out into the hallway and then brought in a tray of cupcakes. Was he just sitting on the floor with cupcakes in the hallway this entire time?

He put the tray down on the coffee table and each frosted cupcake had a number on them.

“I’m confused.” I shook my head.

“There are 30 cupcakes here; each one has the word count you reached at the end of each day.” Nate said proudly. “I wanted to give you something special for winning and… Well, you obviously didn’t eat enough sugar during the month.”

“This is awesome!” I clapped. Then I pointed to a blank cupcake. “What about that one?”

Nate took blue icing out of his pocket. “50,000. Would you like to do the honors?”

I squealed excitedly. I took the icing and wrote “50,000” on the cupcake. You could barely read it as the cupcake was too small to fit it and my handwriting, especially on frosting, was horrendous, but both of us knew what it meant and that was all that mattered.

“Thank you for everything, Nate. You really have no idea how much I’ve appreciated all that you’ve done and put up with this month.” I said giving him a hug.

Nate laughed and picked up a cupcake. “I got cupcakes out of it. Let’s eat!”

I picked up the 50,000 cupcake and held it up. “Cheers!”

Words: 2,097

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Short Story Sunday 186: Write On [NaNoWriMo]

Short Story Sunday 186: Write On

            “Uh, Riley?” Nate poked his head into my office and looked directly over at my desk, but I wasn’t sitting there.

No, I was sitting on the couch by the door with a box of Cheez-Its on my chest still in my pajamas. I had a cat curled up beside me on my left and right and a water bottle beside one of the cats. I smacked the cheese crackers loudly while staring blankly at the TV in front of me.

When Nate looked away from my empty desk and saw me slumped on the couch, he jumped back shocked and gasped. “Oh, um… Hey. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I groaned tossing in a couple more crackers into my mouth. One of the cats arched his back and stretched all the way out before curling back into a ball. He accidentally kicked my water bottle off the couch.

“Crap,” I muttered staring at it, but not bothering to move to pick it up. “I was just about to take a sip…”

Nate slowly bent down to pick up the water. He placed it back onto the couch eying me nervously. It was almost as though he was sticking his hand inside a tiger cage and he was expecting to get it ripped off from his body.

“Oh, thanks,” I smiled taking the bottle of him. I wiped some crumbs on my pants and then opened the water bottle taking a sip.

“Riley, are you alright? What’s going on?” Nate asked.

I looked away from my show and stared up at Nate confused. “What are you talking about?”

“This is…” Nate pointed to me and looked me up and down. I could tell he was trying to think of a way to word whatever he wanted to say delicately. “This is certainly a side of you I have never seen before.”

I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to the TV. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do about that.

He looked over at my laptop. He put his hands on his hips looking back over at me. “Have you written anything at all today for NaNo?”

“Nope,”

“Why not?”

“Don’t wanna,”

“Why?”

“I suck. The novel sucks. The words aren’t flowing as well as they did when the challenge first began. It’s stupid. I’m stupid.” I grumbled still not taking my eyes off of the TV.

Nate wagged an index finger in the air a sly grin forming across his lips. “Ah, I see what this is.”

I turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. What did he know? Nothing, probably.

“I read about this on that website I found the first day you started this challenge.” Nate explained. He took out his cell phone and looked at something. “According to my calendar, we’re two days into week two of November. You’re experiencing the NaNo Week Two Slump.”

I kept a steady gaze on his face. I had to admit that I was impressed by his research. So far, he had gone above and beyond to encourage me to continue writing. He brought me a coffee multiple times during the day, every day. He loaded me up with sugar like doughnuts and candy, and he had even cooked dinner most nights so I could continue writing or just take a break. He really was one of a kind.

“Apparently, this happens to pretty much everyone who participates in NaNo.” Nate explained as though I didn’t know. This wasn’t my first year participating in the challenge.

“You just need a little coaxing.” Nate bent down and picked up the remote. He turned off the TV, ignoring my protests, which startled the two cats.

He took away my snack and picked up the cats shooing them away. “No more cuddling, no more moping.” He grabbed my water bottle and put it on m desk turning on my laptop. “You can keep going.”

“But I have no idea where my novel is even going.” I groaned.

“So write a different scene.” Nate came back over to me and took my by the hands. He pulled me off the couch grunting as I let my body go limp. “Come on, Riley!”

“I don’t wanna…”

“I heard that if you write a different scene or just try to plan out different scenarios, your mind will get back on track.” Nate said and then took a deep breath. He was a lot stronger than me, but he was still out of breath as he pushed me, with my heels dug into the ground, towards my desk.

He sat me down at my desk and I glared at him.

“You’re stupid.” I said.

“The website also mentioned to not get offended if you spoke profanities at me.” Nate said cockily.

“I hate you.”

“Great,” Nate clapped his hands together. “I’m going to make you another cup of coffee, so finish that water and hydrate. Then you can get started on catching up.”

I took another sip of my water—because I was thirsty, not because he told me to—and then leaned back in my chair. I stared at my screen as my novel popped up on the screen. I had never exited out of it the day before. I just closed my laptop and walked away pouting.

“How many words do you need to write in order to be on par?” Nate asked.

I glanced down at the word count in the bottom left corner of the screen. “I need to write about 2,500 words…” I muttered.

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” Nate nodded his head. “I know you can do it.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. Why did he have to be so perky about it?

“Listen, if you write 2,500 words, I’ll make broccoli cheddar soup for dinner.” Nate said with a wink.

I softened my gaze at me. I certainly didn’t feel like cooking, so having Nate make dinner was good to hear. Plus, broccoli cheddar soup was my favorite. It was definitely a good incentive.

“If you write 2,500 words plus a little more,” Nate continued, “then we can go out for ice cream afterwards. I think you would use some sun and fresh air, so it will be a win-win for everybody.”

I perked up and smiled, but immediately frowned again. I didn’t want Nate to think that his bribery was working, but judging by his own grin he definitely noticed me get excited. I mean, who could say no to ice cream?

I started typing away on my novel that I didn’t even hear the door click closed as Nate left to give me privacy.

Words: 1,111

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Short Story Sunday 185: Listen [NaNoWriMo]

Short Story Sunday 185: Listen

“You’re not listening to me.” Nate said. He was standing behind me as I sat at my desk typing away on my computer. I rolled my eyes at his comment. I was hearing him loud and clear and listening, too. I was just ignoring him.

“Riley?” he spoke again.

I hit “ctrl-s” on my keyboard and swiveled around in my chair. “You know, it’s really annoying to write when someone is standing directly over you reading over your shoulder and talking at the same time.”

“You know,” Nate mocked my tone, “it’s really annoying when you’re trying to talk to someone and they completely ignore you.”

“What do you want?” I groaned.

“Are you coming to bed anytime soon?” he asked.

I turned back around and looked at the time in the bottom right corner of my laptop screen. “It’s only 12:30.”

“In the morning,” Nate finished.

“Right,” I said nonchalantly. I didn’t understand what the problem was.

“So… It’s really late. You should come to bed and get some sleep.” Nate explained.

“I don’t need sleep right now. I need to keep working on this.” I said.

“Riley, tomorrow—well, today—is Wednesday. You have work.”

“Nope,”

“What do you mean no? You’re a teacher.”

“I called out sick for tomorrow… Or today?” I replied suddenly confused with the date.

Nate scratched the top of his head. “Why did you call out sick? You’re not sick, you’re just writing.”

I turned back around in my chair and stood up. I took him by the hand and brought him over to the couch on the other side of the room. “Nate, let’s sit down and have a chat.”

Nate and I had just moved in together after being in a relationship for two years. Neither one of us were quite ready to get married, but we wanted to take our relationship to the next level, so we rented a two-bedroom apartment together.

He was nice enough to allow me to turn the second bedroom into an office for myself where I would be able to grade papers and work on my writing in peace. Well, except in the middle of the night, apparently.

Nate knew that my passion was to become a published author someday in the, hopefully, near future and he respected and supported that. He knew November was always a tricky month for the two of us to see each other. He had a lot of family events during the month as did I, plus the holiday at the end of the month. But I also had NaNoWriMo, which he never really knew about. Now that he was living with me, he was going to have to realize that he still wasn’t going to see me during the month of November.

“There’s a writing challenge during the month of November called National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.” I explained right after I pushed him down onto the couch.

He looked up at me standing before him. “NaNo-what?”

“You can just call it NaNo if you want. It’s a month-long writing challenge in November where people write 50,000 words of a brand new novel in the 30 days of the month.” I explained.

“Okay?” Nate agreed, but it came out as a question. I knew he was going to be confused regardless, but since it was going for one o’clock in the morning I didn’t expect him to fully comprehend what I was trying to explain to him.

“It’s a big deal and so many people all over the entire world participate in it. Some people take it seriously enough to start writing their novel right at midnight on November first. Hence, why I have a steaming cup of coffee on my desk next to my laptop in the middle of the night.” I said.

“And that’s why you called out for tomorrow? Because you knew you were going to be up most of the night?” Nate asked.

“I was planning on going to bed between one and two, but now I might be later because you interrupted me.” I sighed folded my arms across my chest.

“Sorry?”

I chuckled. “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to fully understand. Just know that it’s a writing thing and I need more support from you during this month than any of the other months I write.”

Nate nodded his head. “Okay.”

I smiled. He was the best guy ever, even though I could tell by his meek tone that he was still very much confused and had no idea what I was talking about or what I expected from him.

Nate stood up from the couch. “So, you’ll be in bed soon? Are you going to be doing this every night?”

I shook my head. “It’s just the kick-off for the month. I’ve never stayed up past midnight to begin writing early. I’ve always wanted to do it but never have because I’ve always had work the following morning. I just decided to throw caution to the wind and take the day off for tomorrow.” I grinned proud of what I was doing. I loved teaching, but writing was more serious to me. This was something I wanted to do all the time and I was glad I finally had the guts to put writing first, even though it was just calling out sick for one day.

“Okay, that sounds… uh, good, I guess.” Nate stood up from the couch and forced a smile. I smiled back at him. He was pretending to understand even though I knew that he had no idea. He was trying, though. And that was all I could ask from him.

“So I won’t wake you when I leave for work in the morning, then?” Nate asked.

I nodded. “Well, a goodbye kiss would still be nice. I don’t know if I’ll wake up from it, though.”

Nate kissed me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Riley.”

He left the room and I went back to my desk. I continued to write, my fingers flying across the keyboard. It was around two o’clock in the morning when I realized my eyes were beginning to droop, the screen became blurry with my sleepy eyes, and my fingers kept missing the correct letters and making typos all over my word document.

So, I went to bed.

I woke up around nine the following morning. I didn’t bother to get dressed or to even take a shower. I just went into my office and turned on my laptop to continue my new novel. While my computer booted up, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Our two cats rubbed up against my legs as I filled up their food bowls. By the time they started eating, my coffee was ready. I filled up the biggest mug we had in our kitchen cabinets and then brought it back to my office.

I wrote for most of the day getting a good chunk of the 50,000 words done.

Nate came home from work around lunch time. He usually didn’t come home on his lunch break, so I was surprised when he walked through the door.

He walked into my office holding a large coffee in one hand and a box of doughnuts in the other. He put them down on my desk and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked, but I couldn’t help smiling.

“I Googled ‘how to take care of your girlfriend participating in NaNo-what’s-it,” Nate explained. “it said to give you space, lots of caffeine and sugar, encourage you when you reach certain word goals, and encourage you when you get behind on your word count.”

I chuckled. “Slow day at the office?” I took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee he had brought for me.

“Oh, it’s the worst day there.” Nate sighed. He smiled again and gave me a wave. “I ducked out to check up on you. The website also said that you might forget to shower or feed yourself.”

I rolled my eyes, but the grin never faded from my lips.

As Nate left, I realized that he still didn’t get NaNo. But he understood enough.

Words: 1,376

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Short Story Sunday 184: Violet

Short Story: "Violet"

            She was the girl who sat in front of him in the next row of desks. Patrick didn’t have to stare at the back of her head all the time, but he could at least see a little bit of her profile. He often watched her during class as she paid attention to the teacher and actually did her schoolwork. Not him, though. He was too distracted by her.

And he didn’t even know her name.

She was the new girl in school. She had just moved to their town a week ago. She seemed to be shy as Patrick never noticed her talk to anyone before. Their lunch schedules alternated every week. He didn’t have lunch with her last week, but he was hoping that she would have the same lunch as him this week.

Patrick assumed that she found someone to sit with at lunch all last week. That would be awful if she didn’t, but now she was going to have to start all over because whoever she sat with last week wouldn’t be at her lunch this week.

Except for Patrick, hopefully.

He peeled his eyes away from her to look up at the clock. There was five minutes left in the class and then it was lunch time. He would follow her where ever she went to make sure that she had the same lunch as him. Sure, that sounded like a creepy thing to say, but the cafeteria was a battlefield during lunch. If he lost sight of her, that would be it. He would never know if she was actually in the lunch room or if she was in a different class.

Patrick was just trying to make sure that she had someone to sit with during lunch, that was all. And why couldn’t it have been him? The two of them could be friends and then maybe eventually even more. He didn’t know anything about this girl, but he knew she was gorgeous. That had to count for something, right? I mean, he didn’t feel like this around any of the other girls he had gone to school with his whole life.

The bell rang and Patrick took his time as so did the girl. Everyone else around them had already gathered up their books and popped out of their seats the moment the bell chimed. Patrick closed his textbook slowly keeping an eye on the girl in front of him. He was hoping to leave the room at the same time as her, if he could time it just right.

“Patrick, can I speak to you for a moment?” Mrs. Stevenson said from her desk at the front of the room.

“What? Why?” he asked aloud.

His teacher raised an eyebrow, but not in an offended way. She just seemed confused he had responded in such a tone.

“Sorry,” Patrick muttered. He put his head down and walked past the girl suddenly afraid to look at her, though she didn’t seem to pay any mind.

“I know you have lunch now, so I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to let you know that you skipped the last couple of questions on your test.” Mrs. Stevenson had his test sitting right in front of her on his desk.

“Oh,” Patrick deadpanned. Crap. He had been paying too much attention to his new classmate and the time that he didn’t pay too much attention to his test. He didn’t want to mention that the questions he did answer were complete guesses.

“Is everything alright? Was there something you didn’t understand?” Mrs. Stevenson asked nicely.

“No, I just… I had a lot on my mind. I couldn’t focus.” Patrick replied. He looked over his shoulder. The girl was just leaving the classroom. Wow, she was slow.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” his teacher asked.

Patrick looked back at her and shrugged his shoulders. He really just wanted her to let him go so he could chase after a potential girlfriend. “No, I think I’ll be alright. I’m sorry about the test.”

“Maybe after school you can come finish it? If you leave all this blank, you’ll end up with a F, at the most.”

“Oops…” Patrick scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah. After school today? That works.” He started to walk backwards.

“And I’m here if there’s anything you would like to talk about. School related or not.” Mrs. Stevenson smiled at him.

“Thank you,” Patrick smiled back at her. He knew he always liked her, even though he despised her math class.

She had put her head back down getting back to grading papers and that was Patrick’s way of knowing that he was dismissed. He quickly turned around and sprinted out the door only to crash right into his new classmate just outside in the hallway.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Patrick held tightly onto his books even though hers went flying to the ground. He was just about to dash off again before realizing who he crashed into. “Oh…”

“It’s okay,” she smiled sheepishly and bent down to pick up her books.

“Here, let me…” Patrick squatted to the ground holding his books in one hand and picking up hers in the other.

“No, it’s alright. Your hands are full.” She replied picking up some of the books.

“What were you doing standing out here? Are you lost?” Patrick asked. He immediately bit his tongue after speaking. That was a stupid thing to ask. She had been at the school for a week now. Of course she knew where she was going. She was just extremely slow for whatever reason.

“I was just… Um…” she stood up and tucked some hair behind her ear. “Waiting.”

“For what?” Patrick asked and then pressed his lips together. He couldn’t look at her directly before and now he couldn’t shut himself up.

“…You.”

“Me?” Patrick was taken aback.

“I wanted to see if you had lunch now. We didn’t have it together last week… I noticed…” she muttered looking down at the ground.

Patrick chuckled. “Well… I’m glad I’m not the only one. I was packing up slowly because I was going to follow you to see if you went to the lunchroom or not.”

“That’s creepy. Why didn’t you just ask?”

Patrick swallowed a lump in his throat and looked the other way. Then she laughed.

“I’m Violet.” She said.

“Patrick.” He smiled. “Shall we?”

“Yes. I’m starving!”

And they walked down to the lunch room together.

Words: 1,091

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Short Story Sunday 183: Under

Short Story: "Under"

            “Are you going to come out yet?” Iris asked with a frustrated grunt. She leaned against the wall by her son’s bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest.

It was early in the morning and she was already dressed with her hair and teeth brushed. She had fed breakfast to both her and her son and her car was even already started warming up from the chilly frost on the late October morning. They were all set to go. Well, except for Russell.

“Hello?” Iris said when there was no answer. She rolled her eyes when her seven-year-old son ignored her again. “Russ, I know where you are.”

She still remained in the doorway, but stared directly at Russell’s bed. He had crawled underneath the frame and was hiding.

“Can you come out from under there, please?” she asked again exasperated.

“Nope,”

Iris sighed.

It was her own mistake. She told him the good news before the bad news. Then again, he probably still would have hidden under the bed anyway upon realizing where he was going, but at least she could have tried to prevent it a little bit more.

It was a Friday and Iris had told Russell the night before that he didn’t have to go to school. He was so excited! But then she had to mention that he wasn’t going because he had a doctor’s appointment. He seemed less enthusiastic, but he didn’t complain at all. Iris thought she was in the clear.

They woke up that morning like it was any other morning. Russell asked to play in his room for a bit before they had to go to the appointment and Iris made the mistake of telling him yes. So, he went upstairs to his bedroom and crawled underneath the bed. Now he wasn’t budging and being six months pregnant, there was no way Iris was going to get him out from under the bed.

“Russ, I told you that we’re going to have a lot of fun playing this afternoon after your appointment. We can’t do that thought unless you see the doctor.” Iris reminded him. She had planned on taking him to the park afterward because the weather was supposed to warm up a little bit. With the way he was behaving, though, she wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. Was taking him to the park bribing him for coming out of the bed and going to his appointment? She had no idea, but she was going with it anyway. No one was there to witness and judge her parenting skills at the moment.

“Can we go instead of the doctor’s?” Russell asked.

Iris sighed. “No, I’m afraid we can’t.”

“Oh, well.”

Iris grunted. He was just like his father.

“It’s just a check-up, Russell. We’ll be in and out, I promise.” Iris explained. “We’ll get there, I’ll fill out some paperwork for you while you play with the toys they have, then they’ll call you in. They’ll take your weight and your height and your temperature. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Not really…” Russell muttered. “How tall am I? Am I growing?”

“I bet you are.”

“How tall?”

“I don’t know. We have to go to the doctor’s and find out.”

There was silence and in that short period of time Iris held her breath hoping Russell would come out from under the bed.

“I don’t know…” he replied.

Iris rubbed her temples. She wasn’t too sure what else she was able to do to get him to come out from under the bed and go to see his doctor. She was just glad that she came up to check on him an hour before the appointment started. If she didn’t, they would have missed it by now.

“If you don’t go to your appointment then I’m going to have to take you to school.” Iris said and then held her breath again. She knew second grade wasn’t agreeing with Russell because of the two kids he sat next to. He was super excited to have a long weekend away from them.

“Okay,” Russell poked his head out from the bed.

Iris stared at him with a deadpanned expression. Well, it was a start. Though it wouldn’t do any good to put him in the car and take him to the appointment when he thought he was going to school. Then he wouldn’t get out of the car and he would just be making a scene out in public as opposed to the comfort of their own home where no one would be able to judge the way Iris handled the situation.

“Come on, Russell… If you go to the doctor’s you’ll get a lollipop. Your doctor always gives you a lollipop. And then you can I can go to the park and get ice cream after.” Iris said.

She realized that she had added two more incentives to going to the park after the doctor’s. That had to have been bribery, but she didn’t care. At this point, she needed to do everything she could in order to get her son out from under that bed and out the front door.

Russell nodded his head as he thought deeply about what his mother was saying. He shimmied out from under his bed. Iris scoffed surprised that Russell was still able to even fit under there.

He stood up and walked over to her. “Okay, I guess I’ll go.”

“Thank you,” Iris rolled her eyes by taking him by the hand and leading him down the stairs. They had to leave now if they were to make the appointment on time. The doctor’s office was 10 minutes away and she knew she would most likely get all the red lights because she was in a rush now more than ever.

“Wait,” Russell said digging his heels into the ground.

“Russell, we need to go.” Iris said annoyed.

“Can we go to the park, get ice cream, and get a new toy at the store?”

“Don’t push it.” She glared at him.

Russell hung his head and continued to walk with his mother to the car.

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Short Story Sunday 182: Time

Short Story: "Time"

            Time was beginning to run out for Paula. She had been working all day long and was trying to finish before the next episode of her favorite show aired. She had started to rush to finish her work since the new episode was going to start in about an hour.

Paula looked at her to do list. She had thought she made decent progress that day, but looking at her list and crossing out the few things she had already done, she realized that she didn’t make that much of a dent in what she wanted to accomplish that day.

Paula sighed and held her head in her hands while sitting at her desk. She still had some work to finish up, but she had also planned on trying to get some house cleaning done as well. The bathroom was well overdue for a cleaning and she couldn’t walk into her house without sneezing due to all the dust flying around. She had been so busy with work and its deadlines that she was neglecting everything else around her.

She quickly finished up what she was currently working on and hit the print button on her laptop. She looked through her list of things she needed to do for work and realized that there were some things that she still had a week or so to work on. She crossed those off the list trying to make it seem like she had gotten more work done during the day. She would just have to work on everything else later. She still had time for those at least.

What Paula didn’t have time for was the cleaning. She was having a party the following day at her house and she still hadn’t cleaned the living room, kitchen, or either of the bathrooms.

She checked the time once more and realized that she had about 45 minutes to get at least one room done. She jumped up from her desk chair, leaving her laptop still on as her report continued to print, and she ran downstairs to the kitchen.

Doing the dishes and wiping down a few of the counters shouldn’t take her too long. By the time she finished the kitchen, she could wrap up her work, then her show could start. Then she could clean other rooms in between during the commercials.

Yes, this was the perfect plan!

It wasn’t until Paula was able to finally sit down on the couch, two minutes before the show started, that she realized something. The night before was Daylight Savings Time. She had lost an hour. The credits of her show were rolling on the screen.

Paula grunted. She had gone an entire day looking at the wrong time. She drew in a deep breath. Well, it was a good thing she had recorded the show.

Forget the cleaning. It was much later than she thought. She was going to watch her show and then go to bed.

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Short Story Sunday 181: Normal

Short Story: "Normal"

            “I thought I was the normal one?” Abby raised her hand next to the side of her face. She looked at her group of friends with furrowed brows, completely puzzled by what was going on.

Her high school was all about giving labels to people. Abby and her friends tried their best to stay away from that kind of behavior, but they gave each other labels anyway.

One night, they were having a sleep over with one another and Cassie had the bright idea to give each other labels. It was a joke, of course. It was all in good fun. The girls laughed at each other all night long. But it wasn’t before long when it started to get serious as the labels followed them to school.

“You used to be the normal one of the group, Abby. But then Jaime joined us. And she’s much mellower than you are.” Cassie explained.

Abby looked over at Jaime who just smiled sheepishly at her. Abby sighed and turned her attention back to Cassie. “Then… What am I?”

Cassie, Jamie, and a couple of the other girls all looked at each other. Abby shifted her weight uncomfortably feeling the nerves radiating from all of her friends.

“We haven’t decided on that one yet.” Jamie said slowly. Though when she spoke, she stared directly at Cassie.

Cassie nodded to Jamie and then looked at Abby with a smile. “Yeah, we haven’t found something that suits you yet.”

Abby shifted her gaze between Jamie and Cassie. She had the feeling that they had thought of a label for her, but they didn’t want to share it with her. Abby knew exactly what that meant. Whatever they decided to deem her wasn’t something nice.

Abby bowed her head and looked at her hands in her lap. She figured it was just best to stay quiet at this point.

“So…” Farrah broke the silence awkwardly, “what are we going to do now?”

Abby looked back up. Farrah was asking Cassie since it was her house. Oh, and Cassie was deemed the leader of the group.

Cassie was the oldest, even though she only beat Georgia by a week. Age aside, Cassie always knew what to do whenever a problem arose. She was always sticking up for everyone in the group in case something bad had happened. Cassie was also a wonderful friend in any time of need.

One time, Georgia’s parents completely forgot it was her birthday. Cassie rallied the group up and together they through Georgia a surprise birthday party in Cassie’s basement. Georgia was so happy that she cried.

It was after that when Cassie was deemed the leader of the group. She always knew what to do next and how to take care of everyone.

Farrah was the quiet one. She was the youngest out of everyone in the group and she was also the newest to join. Well, aside from Jamie now.

No matter what the group did together, Farrah sometimes joined in and sometimes she didn’t. She wasn’t very outgoing at all and didn’t agree with a lot of the stuff everyone was keen on doing. For example, they were all over Cassie’s house one time having a sleep over. At two o’clock in the morning, Cassie got changed out of her pajamas and told the girls they were all going for a walk. Everyone thought she was joking, but she was completely serious.

Everyone always listened to Cassie no matter what she said. So, everyone got dressed and snuck out of the house. They all went for a walk around the block very late at night. Well, everyone except for Farrah. She had a feeling that Cassie’s parents were going to wake up and they would all get into trouble. She claimed that she would stay behind and cover for them in case that happened.

Cassie had called her a loser as they all walked out the front door, but it didn’t seem to bother Farrah in the least. In fact, she was sound asleep when they all got back to the house.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Georgia spoke up beaming. “We should all take ride down to the center and watch for boys.”

“Um, how are we going to get there?” Jaime asked.

“Drive, of course.”

“Georgia, none of us have our license.” Cassie scoffed.

“We have our permits. Besides, how hard can it really be? Practice would be good for us. I can do the driving if you guys are nervous.” Georgia said, confidence spouting out of her mouth.

Abby watched the scene unfold nervously. She didn’t want to get in a car with Georgia behind the wheel. She didn’t want to get into a car with any of her friends behind the wheel unless they were legally able to drive.

Georgia had been deemed the daredevil of the group, or the trouble maker. When Cassie had wanted to go for a walk in the middle of the night, Georgia was the first one to jump up and get dressed.

Georgia was always looking to get herself into trouble. She always had detention in school for one thing or anything. She would talk back to teachers, she was late for class all the time or she just wouldn’t show up at all, and it was very rare that she actually did her homework. All the teachers in school knew her name and knew well enough to watch out for her. Even the teachers for the junior and senior classes were worried for the day they had to deal with her.

Georgia just didn’t care about anything. She was confident, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it depended on what she was confident about.

One time, the group went out to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Abby and some of her other friends were amazed that they were going to such a place, but none of them thought anything of it. There was no special occasion, they just went because they had never been and have always to.

When the check came, Georgia picked it up. Some of the girls argued taking out their wallets, but Georgia insisted on paying for everyone. It was her idea to go to that restaurant, after all.

She had left a ten-dollar bill on the table for a tip. Abby had tried to argue that with five people eating out at an expensive restaurant, there should be a bigger tip. If Georgia was taking care of the bill, maybe the rest of them could take care of the tip.

But Georgia had told Abby to bite her tongue and snapped at the girls to gather their belongings. They obeyed and walked out of the restaurant.

“Georgia, did you ever bring the check to the register?” Farrah asked meekly.

“Shut up and keep walking.” Georgia said through gritted teeth.

Abby, Farrah, and Jamie were mortified that they had just walked away from an expensive meal. Georgia was beyond proud of herself and Cassie laughed all the way home.

Abby had no idea why she was bumped from being the normal one of the group. As far as she was concerned, she and Jaime were pretty alike. Why couldn’t there have been two normal ones in the group? After all, with the things Georgia and Cassie tried to do, the girls could use as many level-headed people as they could get.

It wasn’t until later that night, after Abby had gotten home from Cassie’s house, that she told her mother all about it.

“Labels? I think that’s a bit extreme, don’t you?” her mother said with a chip of confusion in her tone.

“It was supposed to be in all good fun. All the kids at school do it. We decided to create our labels, but just in our group. No one else knows about them.” Abby explained.

“Here’s the thing about labels, Abby,” her mother held up a finger and looked her daughter in the eye. “Someone is always going to get their feelings hurt. It doesn’t matter if you create a label with your best friend jokingly and you two are the only ones who know about it, or if the entire school knows about it. It doesn’t matter if you created a label for yourself or if someone else chose it for you. Either way, someone is going to get upset and the whole thing is just stupid.”

Abby opened her mouth to retaliate, but her mother continued to speak.

“We’re all human beings with different personalities, Abby. We should be embracing that, not making fun of it with dumb labels.”

Abby sighed. Her mother was right, despite that she never tried to sugar coat anything. If she was to put a label on that she would call her mother blunt or strict. Yet, Abby knew that her mother was just being honest and trying to help. Honest sounded much better than blunt.

“Thanks, Mom.” Abby gave her mother a quick hug and then went upstairs to her bedroom.

It wasn’t until the following day at school that she overheard some kids talking. Apparently, the labels she and her friends had created for themselves were no longer a secret between them. People were saying that Cassie was now calling Abby the black sheep of the group.

Abby made it to the homeroom in silence without bothering to meet her friends in the morning like she usually did. If they wanted her to be a black sheep in the group, then she would.

It was time for her to find some new friends.

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Short Story Sunday 180: Sunshine

Short Story: "Sunshine"

            “Rise and shine!”

Michelle groaned as her maid burst into her bedroom and opened curtains and blinds to her windows. She rolled right over in her bed, facing away from the windows, and squeezed her eyes closed.

“Up and at ‘em, sweet cheeks!” Phoebe said as loud as ever.

Michelle groaned again in response. She held onto her blankets tighter. She had a feeling that Phoebe was going to attempt to pull them off of her. Michelle really wanted to pull the blankets over her head—the sun was just too bright—but she knew that if she did that, Phoebe would most definitely pull the covers off of her head. She found pleasure in that for whatever reason.

“Oh, come on. It’s seven o’clock. It’s not like I’m waking you up at the crack of dawn.” Phoebe scoffed.

“The sun rises at 6:30 now… It’s close enough.” Michelle muttered immediately biting her tongue. Now that she spoke, Phoebe was definitely going to know that she was awake. Well, she already knew that anyone, but it didn’t hurt Michelle to keep trying to pretend to be asleep.

“Well, whatever.” Phoebe deadpanned. “You have to get up.”

“But it’s Saturday.”

“Good job,” Phoebe said sarcastically with a smile, “it’s also November 12. The sun is shining and there is a light, fall breeze. The air is a bit nippy, but it’ll warm up as the day goes on.”

Michelle grunted at her maid being fresh.

“Do you remember what else is going on today?” Phoebe asked.

Michelle felt the side of her bed behind her sink a little as Phoebe sat down. She was probably staring Michelle down.

Michelle didn’t respond. She kept her eyes closed willing Phoebe to shut the blinds, turn the light back off, and go away.

“It’s your father’s wedding.”

Michelle’s eyes shot open. She sat up in her bed, squinting at the light, but she blinked rapidly trying to adjust her vision to the sudden brightness.

“Ah, that got your attention.” Phoebe smirked. She stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed.

Michelle stretched and then pushed the blankets off of her. How could she forget her father’s big day? Well, she hadn’t forgotten, she just didn’t realize that the date had come up so soon.

“I’m sure you remember the rehearsal dinner we had last night?” Phoebe asked opening Michelle’s closet.

Michelle nodded even though her maid wasn’t looking at her. She remembered the dinner, yet it felt like a dream at the same time. She wasn’t entirely sure what she thought about her father getting married. She liked Jennifer, of course, but it was still weird that her father was marrying someone after all these years.

Michelle’s parents had gotten divorce not too long after she was born. Being a mother wasn’t exactly her mother’s specialty. Once she had gotten a taste of motherhood, she wanted out. She wanted to continue partying, wanted to continue dating random guys she picked up at the clubs.

Her parents had found out they were going to be parents fresh out of high school. They never got married. Instead, they decided to save up all the money they could to pay for diapers and baby things. Which, oddly enough, ended up being more expensive than a house.

After a few weeks of having a newborn around, Michelle’s mother was too overwhelmed. She wanted to give Michelle up for adoption, but her father wouldn’t hear of it. He didn’t want to let his little girl go. Not long after that, her mother gave up her parental rights and her father got full custody.

Michelle had just turned 16 a couple months ago and her father had dated a few women here and there over the years. He had been dating Jennifer the longest, for a couple of years now, and Michelle liked her the best out of all of his past girlfriends. She was like a mother to Michelle, but it was still an odd feeling that her father was going to be a husband.

Michelle also knew that her father hired Phoebe to help around the house while he worked and to also be a mother figure to Michelle. Now that Michelle was going to have an actual mother, what did that mean for Phoebe?

“Are you okay?” Phoebe asked.

“Phoebe,” Michelle dangled her legs off the edge of her bed, but didn’t get up. “Are you still going to stay with us after Jennifer is officially moved it?”

Phoebe blinked in confusion, but then she smiled sweetly. “Of course. Your father and I already talked about it. I mean, someone is going to have to stay with you while they’re on their honeymoon.”

“After the honeymoon, I mean.”

Phoebe walked away from the closet and sat down on the bed next to Michelle. “Yes. I will be here. I will always be here. I asked your father about it a few weeks ago letting him know that I can start looking for a new job, but he refused. Apparently, I’m part of the family now so you’re stuck with me,” She grinned.

Michelle chuckled. “Good.”

“I’ve just been demoted to big sister status now.”

The two of them hugged tightly for a couple of minutes. Finally, Phoebe pulled away. She stood up from the bed and pointed to Michelle’s closet. “Are you ready to start getting ready now? The hair and make-up ladies are going to be here any minute. You need to prep yourself up for your maid-of-honor duties while I have the pleasure of prepping myself to be a bridesmaid.”

Michelle leaped to her feet, suddenly awake and feeling more confident than ever. She nodded and Phoebe wrapped her arms around Michelle’s shoulders. They both walked over to the closet together to prepare for the big day.

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Short Story Sunday 179: The Writing Portfolio

It was the second day of school for my cousins. One was in her sophomore year of high school and the other had just begun eighth grade. Neither were happy to be going back to school, but when they came home on that first day, they were all smiles. I think they were glad to be back into some sort of routine and it was nice to see all their friends again.

So on that second day, it occured me that we were indeed back into the swing of things. And when I say that, I mean homework.

The three of us were the only ones home and we sat in the living room talking. I asked how their days went. The older of the two said her day was fine, the younger described every minute of her day without missing one detail.

Then I asked about their homework. Being in upper middle school and high school, I assumed they had homework. Even if it was the second day of school.

They both nodded, the older explaining she had no idea what she had to do.

I took out her planner and read out loud what she wrote.

“English,” I said, “bring in writing portfolio.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” she asked.

I blinked at her. How did she not know what a writing portfolio was? Still, I explained it to her that it was like having samples of your writing. It was a folder of her previous work, I assumed essays she had written from her English class last year.

“I don’t have that.” she shrugged.

I didn’t know whether to agree or not. I was sure she had copies saved on the computer, but her teacher didn’t really expect the kids to keep an actual hard copy portfolio from the previous year?

“Well, what did your teacher say?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know…?”

“She might have explained it, but I don’t remember… Or maybe I wasn’t paying attention.”

This didn’t surprise me. I sighed and said, “Well, I guess you can just ask your teacher tomorrow.”

“But it was due today.”

I stared at her. I glanced at my other cousin, who sat in the armchair beside me. She was smirking, clearly enjoying that her sister was going to get a bad grade on the second day of school.

“Wait, it was due today, but you didn’t think to worry about this last night?” I asked.

“Well,” she continued, “my teacher must have said something about it yesterday and I just wasn’t paying attention. I only know about it now because kids were handing in thick folders with papers inside to her today.”

I sighed. “Okay then you’re just going to have to reprint everything you wrote last year and put it all together.”

“I don’t have that.”

“You have your laptop.”

“But I didn’t save anything.”

I cringed at this. How do you not save your homework? How can you write pages upon pages of essays and not bother to save any of it or at least print out an extra copy?

“I mean, the more stuff I save onto the computer the slower the computer will be.” she explained with a smile. A proud smile as though she had thought outside the box and solved the “slow computer” problem. The answer has clearly been right in front of us the whole time… So, stop saving your work onto the computer, everyone!

I had no idea what to say to her.

“Then go to your English teacher from last year and ask him if he has any copies.” I said. I knew that was a long shot, but it was the only thing I could think of to say.

“He already gave it to me.” she replied.

“Then what are we even talking about here…?”

“I think that’s how the other kids had their folders. Our teachers last year gave them to us at the end of the year.”

“Then where’s yours?”

“I asked Daddy to make a fire at the beginning of the summer and I burned all my schoolwork.”

At this, my other cousin burst out laughing. I was completely dumbfounded.

Thankfully, my mom walked through the front door. I stood up and said, “Tag. You’re it.”

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Short Story Sunday 178: Random

Short Story: "Random" | Flash Fiction

            Quinn walked through the long hallway at one of the buildings of her college campus. She walked with her head down staring at her cell phone. She was texting her sister, Alexia, who was somewhere at the same college. She was just in a different building in class.

After sending a quick response to her sister, Quinn looked up from her phone to watch where she was going. She was headed to the library to work on some homework while she waited for Alexia to get out of class. There were a ton of kids walking coming out of the library. Quinn stepped to the side to let them through. A class must have just got out that was being held in the library.

“You’re misinterpreting randomness.” A tall guy said to his friend as they walked by.

Quinn couldn’t help but smirk at the comment. She had no idea what they had been talking about, but she found it hilarious all the same. That was definitely something Alexia would love to hear.

As Quinn entered the library, she put her cell phone into her back pocket. The librarians didn’t care if the students were on their cell phones just as long as they were on silent and didn’t actually talk on the phone. Even so, Quinn always felt as though she was breaking some sort of rule if a librarian noticed her texting or playing a game on her phone.

She walked all the way to the back of the library behind some tall bookshelves and put her tote bag down on top of an empty square table. She took her phone out of her back pocket, put it on the table, and sat down. Quinn took out her laptop and turned it on. While waiting for it to boot up, she plugged her computer into a small dome-shaped outlet in the middle of the table that fit four plugs. She reached back into her bag, took out a notebook and pen, and then put her tote bag down on the ground underneath her chair.

Her laptop, being five years old, was still loading since she had shut it down all the way instead of hibernating it like she usually did. So, Quinn picked up her cell phone and texted her sister: “Heard in the halls: ‘You’re misinterpreting randomness!’” She snickered as she hit the send button before putting it back down and then giving her attention to her laptop.

Quinn opened her notebook to her notes about the book she was reading for her English class. Her professor had given the class a list of three essay questions to go along with the book. Quinn had picked one out and already wrote a rough draft of most of the essay in her notebook. She always liked writing her essays in notebooks first. Then she could edit, add, and delete things as she typed. So, when she edited the typed version, it would be like already editing the second draft.

Once she got a word document up on her laptop and was just about to type away, she noticed the screen of her phone light up from the corner of her eye. She smiled knowing that Alexia would get a kick out of that sentence Quinn had just texted her. Quinn couldn’t wait to see what she said.

“Hmm. I wonder what that means?”

Quinn raised an eyebrow at the response. What was that supposed to mean? It was just funny, wasn’t it?

“I mean,” Alexia texted again, “I wonder if someone said something silly and someone else took offense to it. Hence, them misinterpreting randomness.”

Quinn scratched the top of her head while texting back with one finger on her other hand. “Aren’t you over thinking this one just a bit? I just thought it was funny and, no pun intended, random.”

“Right, but that’s a great line to use in a novel.” Alexia responded.

Quinn nodded her head impressed once she got the response from her sister. Both Quinn and Alexia enjoyed writing stories. Neither one of them knew if they were serious enough to want to be published someday, but they both searched for ideas everywhere. Inspiration was hidden in everyday life and it was fun to find.

“So, I’m trying to imagine the story behind it.” Alexia replied again.

“I think you’re right on the ball.” Quinn typed into her phone. “I don’t really have any other ideas as to what it could mean. I mean, who says that kind of thing to people?”

Quinn got back to typing up her essay as Alexia didn’t respond for a while. Quinn knew that she had a test in her math class was probably in the middle of doing that. The best part about taking tests in college was that, usually, when you finished you were able to leave class early. Alexia was pretty good at math, so Quinn had her hopes up that she would finish quickly and the two of them would be able to go home early.

Both of them also had the day off from work so both of them were eager to get home and early as possible and enjoy the rest of the day.

Another half hour had passed when Alexia texted Quinn to meet her at the car in the parking lot. Quinn grinned at the message. Alexia was usually in class for another 45 minutes. She was happy to get out early.

She packed up all of her things, not bothering to turn off her laptop. She simply closed it knowing that she was going to use it right when she got home anyway. Quinn put everything into her tote bag and stood up to leave.

As she walked out of the library, she passed by the two boys coming back into library. Quinn looked away from them as she caught herself smiling thinking back to what they were saying earlier.

“Yeah, she’s still mad at me. I started speaking gibberish and she thought I was making fun of another culture. I told her I was just being random, but she didn’t believe me.”

Quinn raised an eyebrow as they entered the library and she exited the building. That was a pretty stupid reason to why he said what he did earlier, unless they were talking about something else, but that didn’t seem the case.

Quinn smiled again as she headed towards the parking lot. She and Alexia could write a much better story using that line of dialogue.

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