Chapter 3
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A/N: Hi! I've got nothing to do! OOCness and shortness warning!
Chapter 3
"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with her, I couldn't bring myself to admit it.
"Whatever." She glanced at her watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm leaving."
I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.
"What's so touching about it?" She asked, after listening to the story.
"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter."
"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business." She quickly interjected.
"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.
As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.
Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my girlfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, she would always come over and I will always tease her.
"Why are you staring off into space? " I loved to pull on her hair. "You're so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not handsome when you smile." She always teased me like that.
"You're the one who's ugly!" She pull back her hair. "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me? "
"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." She argued.
"Then I'll move!" The next day, she drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that she forbid me to cross.
That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class.
"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.
A/N: I warned you! How's that? Please review!
