Decided to come out of my hole to write. Sorry I'ma really lazy procrastinator! Onward. March!
P.S. Chelsea's back in POV) *eyrie silence*
"Sis.... Hello?"
I woke with a start. "What?!" I yelled into the emptiness that just so happened to be my apartment. The only person who called me sis was, well, my brother.
"If you don't answer I'll come over there and knock your door down!" Mark's voice rang true, though statically so, from the phone's answering machine.
I scurried over the furniture in the room that stopped me from getting closer to the phone. I pressed the speaker button.
"You may speak." I squeaked as I fell onto the floor.
"Oh, I didn't call for any reason.... But you may want to look at your clock.."
I did as he had suggested. It was well past my start time at the pet store.
"GAH! Why didn't you come over?"
"I was hoping your alarm clock was on like it always is."
"Damn you!" I yelled as I ran into my room and grabbed the nearest clothes, which happened to be the clothes I had worn the other day. "Beggars can't be choosers." I muttered, tossing them on. Quickly putting some all day lasting mineral deodorant (gotta save the world where you can), I pressed the 'off' button on the phone after a hasty goodbye to Mark.
As you can see, I am lazy and... well, everything that goes with that, so, in a few short minutes, threw together this sad excuse for a chapter, and added it to the story so I don't lose all of you awesome readers due to lack of consistency. Pray that the next chapter is better, and longer.
Next time in this story: Work!