The Misadventures of Owl and Bear
A pale yellow stream of light broke through the blanket of night and the neon lights of downtown had finally begun to give way to the stifled morning bustle. Yet a little ways off, in the not-too-distant inner city, all remained silent and serene. Here the sky was tinged with patterns of lilac and periwinkle where signs of life were slowly beginning to emerge. Just then–a small noise, like the buzz of a single bee, resounded in the calm. But from where? Where else, but one phone in particular: to be found sitting on the small dresser, crammed in the corner of the messy bedroom, furthest back of the white to cream-colored house next to the alley. The words "ONE NEW MSG" flashed on the flip's monochromatic outer screen. A groggy voice mumbled incoherently in the dark and a pale, thin hand rummaged around the dresser searching, without success, for the phone. Finally, after nearly a minute, the hand succeeded and quickly flipped the screen open. Scrolling with weary eyes past the body of text, Eduardo was barely able to make out the sender's name: Jay Bee. But he wasn't completely certain due to the myopia he'd had since he was five. Sighing, Eduardo deemed the message irrelevant and rolling over, went back to sleep.
LATER THAT DAY…
As he made his way up the ramp which led to the program's only World History class (unfortunately), John heard a familiar voice ring out, "Aay, Johnny!" Continuing on his way, he returned the greeting as the speaker caught up to him: "Yo wassup, Galton?" Shaking hands, they walked inside, each secretly holding their breath and hoping for swift release.