Product of one sleepless night, a lack of coffee creamer, and my mom, who is as much as a Twilighter as I am. This is a joke, obv.
Anna's (ME) POV
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I was writing an English paper late one night. I desperately need coffee, but I'd never drink it straight. My brother had used the entire creamer supply a few days before. I looked at my wallet. I had ten bucks and a recently acquired driver's license. I knew I could make it, even though I had never driven alone at night.
I came into Martin's Market. "Hey, AJ!" My friend Meg called from the counter.
"Hey, Meg," I replied. "Beau used all the coffee creamer."
"Take it you're working on the paper Mrs. DeFazio assigned?" She groaned. "The evil Italian midget."
I laughed. "Wanna hear my thesis statement?"
"No," she said, going back to cleaning the counter. "I'm not doing the assignment."
Although I don't know why, the refrigerated coffee creamers were right next to the eggs that night. Someone was blocking the door because he had is head in the egg compartment. He was huge, scary almost. "Excuse me?" I asked softly.
He turned around. "Hey," he said, "can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," I replied, picking up a container of Irish Crème.
"Why is there music coming out of the eggs?"
I nearly laughed. Stupid question. I pointed inside. "See that little black circle?" He nodded. I began to speak slowly. "It's. Called. A. Speaker."
And with that, I left.
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Stupid, I know.