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"Skatin' and Shreddin', Warren, so how're you?"
(I'm Irish. :3) |
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"Actually, I was meeting someone." I said, sighing and looking at the cieling of my apartment. "I think your phone call upset her." |
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"Um, should I call back later then?" |
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"Oh. No. I'll apoligise later. With a cake or flowers or something." I turned, towards a chair. "SO? Anything you wanted to tell me?" |
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I yawn and close my eyes. |
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I finished the song. I went to the nearest department store. |
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I fell asleep, My legs hanging off the bed. |
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"Yeah... Do you still know erm, Noniza VonQuie?" |
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They weren't hiring. I went to Target. I got a job as a cashier. |
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My phone disconnected. "Gah! Connections are down." I flicked my phone down, and lay on my corner sofa, black leather. It was a designer room, with completley blank walls, apart from one, which had been filled, already, with my drawings and sketches, until you could only see spoldes of the blank wall behind it. On the wall opposite the black, one corner sofa, there was a 50" Plasma TV, underneath was a game station, some DVD's stacked high, and a single controller. Over int he corner was a large corridor of books. Tall ceilings allowed me to fit in a low hanging light, which basked the room in a warm glow. |
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In my room, i had a Lava lamp, Silver Round chair with a red cushion in it, the chair was actually a small little bed. I had a Pretty good refridgerator, and just your average bed in the corner of the room. |
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I left the studio with my iPod playing. I got a call from my agent. I talked along to the beat of the song my iPod was playing. I arrived at my house, I hung my agent up. I changed into some jeans and a white shirt. I put navy jacket over my white shirt. I grabbed my phone, iPod and wallet. I walked out and towards a certain shop. |
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I was at Register 5... I was bored. People are so brattty! |
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"Stupid connection." I said. i checked in the bag again. I found a number. Noniza....'s uncle?! What the heck?! |
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I walked down, to the reception thing, to try and get better connection. I kept trying to ring. "Trent? Trent can you actually here me? Oh for gods sake." |
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Five minutes later, the connection got through, flaky, but still.
"Warren?" |
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A kid was about ten years yougner than me, and was smiling and buying a watch.
"Must've been a pretty penny."
"Yeah," he replied. "It's for my mom's birthday."
"Alright." |
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Lost connection. Dammit. I tried Noniza's uncle's number, while wondering why I had his number in the first place. |
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my uncle answered his phone.
"Hi. This is Ryan VonQuie." |
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"Hi. My name is Trent Nalk." |
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"Your niece's number, please?" |
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"Okay... here. (Gives number)," he replied. "Oh, tell her she has to be home soon. She's at her new job at Target as a Cashier." |
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I wrote it down.
"Thanks." I hung up and called Noniza.
(I wouldn't give a random person my niece's number that easily. O_O) |
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