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My Favorite Visitor
I woke up at about 6 am, knowing that for the rest of the day I would be doing stupid chores like taking out the trash, washing dishes, and cleaning up rooms. My family owned a small hotel. I got stuck with all of the stupid chores, while my twin sister, Clara, got to run the front desk. Not the best job, but better than mine. I put on my usual clothes, a pair of dark jean shorts and a black t-shirt, and walked into the kitchen.
"There you are!" my mother, Rose, called. "After breakfast, I need you to run the front desk. I think your sister has the flu."
My twin sister was the lucky one. Although we were twins, we were complete opposites. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, had light skin, was patient, kind, and gentle to the customers, and as fragile as glass. I, on the other hand, had reddish hair, green eyes, tanned skin, was impatient, sarcastic, and mean to the customers (and everyone else for that matter), and strong. Like I said, we were complete opposites.
I ate my breakfast in 2 bites, to my mother's disapproval, and went upstairs to change into something nicer. I came down wearing the same black shirt, a jean skirt, and my nicest shoes. Pleased, I went downstairs with my book. My previous times at the desk told me that it is very boring, and you can't leave to get something later. I was right, because no one came till about 11. When someone finally did arrive, I couldn't believe my eyes. There, standing in front of me, was my dream guy. He was tall, had brown hair with his bangs at an impossible angle over one eye, which was green. He wore a pair of gray jeans, a black leather jacket over a black turtleneck, and tennis shoes. He walked up to the desk and said, "I need a room for 1."
"Name please," I said, my heart pounding so fast I was afraid he would hear it.
"Tom Barrow," he said. I instantly knew that wasn't his real name, but I wasn't going to say any thing. I typed 'Barrow' in the room next to mine and picked up the key. I had a feeling I was going to like this visitor…
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Like it? Can you guess who 'Tom' is, all you Gundam Wing fans? Should I change the title, it's kinda dumb. Tell me any suggestions that you might have.
Please Read & Review,
Lindsey
My Favorite Visitor
I woke up at about 6 am, knowing that for the rest of the day I would be doing stupid chores like taking out the trash, washing dishes, and cleaning up rooms. My family owned a small hotel. I got stuck with all of the stupid chores, while my twin sister, Clara, got to run the front desk. Not the best job, but better than mine. I put on my usual clothes, a pair of dark jean shorts and a black t-shirt, and walked into the kitchen.
"There you are!" my mother, Rose, called. "After breakfast, I need you to run the front desk. I think your sister has the flu."
My twin sister was the lucky one. Although we were twins, we were complete opposites. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, had light skin, was patient, kind, and gentle to the customers, and as fragile as glass. I, on the other hand, had reddish hair, green eyes, tanned skin, was impatient, sarcastic, and mean to the customers (and everyone else for that matter), and strong. Like I said, we were complete opposites.
I ate my breakfast in 2 bites, to my mother's disapproval, and went upstairs to change into something nicer. I came down wearing the same black shirt, a jean skirt, and my nicest shoes. Pleased, I went downstairs with my book. My previous times at the desk told me that it is very boring, and you can't leave to get something later. I was right, because no one came till about 11. When someone finally did arrive, I couldn't believe my eyes. There, standing in front of me, was my dream guy. He was tall, had brown hair with his bangs at an impossible angle over one eye, which was green. He wore a pair of gray jeans, a black leather jacket over a black turtleneck, and tennis shoes. He walked up to the desk and said, "I need a room for 1."
"Name please," I said, my heart pounding so fast I was afraid he would hear it.
"Tom Barrow," he said. I instantly knew that wasn't his real name, but I wasn't going to say any thing. I typed 'Barrow' in the room next to mine and picked up the key. I had a feeling I was going to like this visitor…
~To Be Continued~
A/N: Like it? Can you guess who 'Tom' is, all you Gundam Wing fans? Should I change the title, it's kinda dumb. Tell me any suggestions that you might have.
Please Read & Review,
Lindsey