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Rory woke from the love seat to the sound of a loud crash. She sat up abruptly and looked around the room. Guilty as charged!
"God Sam, you scared the crap out of me! I thought you were some burglar trying to steal my Betty Boop clock!"
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to knock over the stack of 'In Style' magazines, which led to the falling of the umbrella holder!"
Shaking her head slightly, Rory said, "It's okay, you just scared me. That's all."
Sighing happily, Sam laid down on the couch.
"Good night?" Rory asked.
"Great night..." Sam corrected.
Rory nodded and said, "So what's he like? Any mysterious scars or any hidden secrets?" she sounded so interested that Sam laughed.
"He's a very nice boy!"
Rory sat back in the chair and had that, 'Oh, it's one of those guys', with an emphasis on those, expressions.
"What? You have that look, I don't like that look. Why do you have that look?"
"No look," Rory said playing it cool.
"You have that look!" Sam propped.
Rory shrugged as she said, "No look..."
"Okay, now you're shrugging, why are you shrugging? You're shrugging and you have that look."
"You're paranoid," said Rory.
"I may be paranoid, but you have that... that kind of wispy aura that's hinting me with the intention of something's up!"
"Geez, I'm fine! So tell me about this nice boy," said Rory, moving on with the conversation.
"Well, he took me out to see a play..."
"Ooh, which one?" Rory asked.
"The Wizard of Oz..."
"Nice," Rory said nodding.
"Then he took me to this quaint little restaurant called 'Mi Amora'. And then he took me home... It was a great night!..."
Smiling Rory said, "So, you gonna see him again?"
"Hopefully," Sam replied, smiling too.
Nodding, Rory stood and stretched.
"I think I should get to bed now..."
"Me too..."
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked.
"Yea, I'm fine..."
"Okay, but if you ever need me, I'm never too busy for you.."
"Thanks..." said Rory as the two separated to their own rooms.
Rory fell deeply in sleep.
(Next Morning)
Rory rolled over in bed. She saw the streaking rays of the sun crawling through the shades.
It suddenly hit her, the sun? Oh no, no, no, no! She looked over at her alarm clock and realized that it was broken!
She went to her dresser to grab her watch. 8 friggin 34?!
"This can't be happening! Omigosh!! I'm late!" she said aloud to herself.
She ran to the bathroom to take a super fast shower. When she finished, she threw on a dark purple lengthy dress with light lavender lilies on it. She slipped some white shoes on and ran out the door.
When she started running down the sidewalk, she remembered that she forgot to grab her lesson plan. She ran back to her apartment and saw that Sam was awake.
"Oh God, Rory you're late! Hurry, hurry!"
"Thanks for the update Sam!" she sarcastically said. She grabbed her lesson plan and ran like there was no tomorrow, which there very well might not be, since she might lose her job!
She arrived at school in a matter of minutes, and that was pretty short, considering the distance.
The class's eyes all turned to the woman panting at the front of the desk.
Some looked concerned; others couldn't give a rat's ass.
"Sorry (breath) I'm late... Clear your desks and please take out a black or blue pen for your quiz."
Her heavy breathing subsided as she passed out the quizzes and watched as her class started answering questions.
She sighed and sat on her chair. Time went by quickly as it was at that moment where they were supposed to be done.
"Time's up, pass in your quizzes in alphabetical order please."
They did, and she collected them without a sweat.
"Okay, pop journal!" the class groaned. "Your topic is, 'The importance of Teachers' you have 10 minutes to complete as much as you can.. Begin..."
The class furiously started writing. She started grading their quizzes. When the 10 minutes were up, she said, "Okay, get in your last words and pass them up."
Some sighed in relief that they had met the unwritten requirements and some whimpered at the fact that they could only say, 'teachers teach us things we need to know'.
The bell rang and Rory said, "Class dismissed."
They all scurried out and in came the seniors. This class was more of a challenge than the one before. They must have been the worst class ever. There were the occasional good kids in the class, but most of them were delinquents. Rory stood in the front and said, take out your homework from the night before.
Some obliged and some just sat there looking at her plainly like, 'You're joking right?'
Rory shook her head as she collected a total of 18 papers from the class, when there were 29 kids in there.
"This isn't grade school people, you need to turn in assignments on time. You all know the consequences of late work! It's only partial credit! Please, it's better than nothing, so turn something in tomorrow?" she said with hope.
A boy who sat in the back rolled his eyes as he put his head down on his desk.
Rory truly hated this kid, with a passion. She never knew of such hatred, even after you know who left.
She marched to the back of the room and from the desk next to him she slammed 5 textbooks on it.
He sat up with thunder as Rory smiled sweetly and said, "Take one and pass it down..."
He rolled his eyes again as he took the books and passed them.
"Hey James, don't roll your eyes too much! You do know what happens when you do and someone slaps you on the back right? It's the same thing when you make a funny face!"
Again, he rolled his eyes! Rory slapped his back, in the spirit of good fun. The whole class roared with laughter as he threw death glares at them.
"Now, the books that I'm passing out to you are yours for the rest of the year. Place your name on the front in the back of the cover. I am not responsible for lost books, you lose it, you pay for it."
Rory finished passing the books out and said, "Turn to page 12, the title should read 'The Lonesome Traveler, by Jack Kerouac'." The class did as they were told and she glanced around the room for a reader.
Everyone looked away as they noticed what she was doing.
"Carol, please read the background information..." Rory said.
Carol sighed as she read, "Father of the beat generation, one of the most acclaimed (and criticized) writers of modern times, Jack Kerouac died in 1969 at the age of 47. In Lonesome Traveler, he has told the whole exhilarating story of the years when he was writing the books that captivated and infuriated the reading public- the restless years of wandering- during which he worked- this is really long!!! I don't wanna read this anymore, get someone else to read this!" Carol said as she slouched back in her chair.
"Fine, let's just carry on then." Said Rory as she sighed. "Need I remind you, this is only a portion of the story, it's to give us the gist of great American literature..."
"This was not great American literature, this is a waste of time. The beat generation was into drugs and trivial crime. They uncovered, shall I say, the great mysteries of unemployment of the 1950's in all their glory."
"Wow, that's very critical Jane. I must agree with you on the fact that they were into unemployment and just hanging back.. On your own, please start reading until the bell rings."
When the bell finally did ring, she dismissed them to go. Rory sighed as she realized that she only had one more class for the day, and then she could go home.
Rory went out for an early lunch. While walking down the road, she saw a vacant area, building to be precise, sold. She wondered who had bought it, seeing as it had been vacant for quite some time now.
She kept walking and found a small restaurant. She walked in and seated herself at the counter. Little did she know, that there was a pair of dark brown eyes following her, in awe.
She didn't see him and he wanted it that way. He wouldn't know what to do if she just lashed out at him, just for his mere presence.
"Hi, coffee?" Rory asked the woman that had come up to her from the counter.
The waitress nodded and turned around the get her a cup.
"You look exhausted!" the waitress said as she handed Rory her cup of coffee.
"Thanks," she said as she took the cup, "I really am..."
"Shesh, if I were you, I'da slept in. Forget about work!" the waitress said.
Rory laughed and said, "I wish I could... But I work at a school..."
"Ahh, I see... My name's Reanne, you can call me Rea."
"Hi, I'm Rory... It's short for Lorelai... Lorelai! Omigosh, I forgot to call me mom!"
Rea looked confused. "My mom's name is Lorelai, she named me after herself.."
"Oh! I get it..."
"One moment please... I'm gonna check up on her..."
Rory reached for her cell phone and dialed home.
4 rings! Jesus, where the heck is she?!
"Okay, I've told you once, I've told you twice, but I don't make me tell you again! Lorelai Gilmore does not live here, so please stop sending her imported cheese from Europe!" said Lorelai.
"Mom?" said Rory.
"Oh honey it's you! It's so good to hear from you! Did you know I've been getting free cheese from Europe?!"
"I do now, how come?"
"I don't know! It just keeps coming and coming, so I keep giving it to people. It was funny, 'cause yesterday, I gave Kirk some blue cheese and he says to me, 'I'm allergic to blue cheese, can I have Spanish cheese.' And I said, no Kirk, but there will be more to come! And he said, 'oh good, I like cheese!' I only smiled and slowly backed away." Said Lorelai, laughing.
Rory chuckled and said, "That Kirk gets me every time..."
"Yea.(sigh)..."
"So, I'm on my lunch break now, but I'll call you later okay?"
"Sounds good to me! Bye mini me!"
"(Laughing) Bye mom..."
Rory turned back to the waitress and said, "My mom has been getting free cheese from Europe!"
"Really, how come?"
"She doesn't know..."
Rea laughed.
"Well, I should get going, but hey if you ever wanna hang out or something, here's my number," Rory said, she was happy that she made a new friend.
"Thanks, here's mine," said Rea as she passed off her number to Rory.
"I'll talk to you later, bye," said Rory, walking out towards the door.
"Cya!" said Rea.
His eyes followed her figure as she took a turn on a street corner. He took a sigh of relief and went back to the book he hand in his hands.
Rory got back to work and had a few minutes of alone time to herself so she pulled out a book. In her right drawer, she had 'Franny and Zooey'. She picked it up and started reading from Zooey.
Soon the bell rang and her juniors waltzed in.
Now this was a good class. They turned almost everything in on time and were heavy in their discussions.
Rory smiled for the first time that day to one of her classes.
"Okay, so where in 'The House on Mango Street' did we leave off on?" Rory asked her class.
Carly raised her hand. "No Speak English..."
Everyone flips to the page and Rory asks the class, "Can anyone tell me, in a descriptive sentence what this part is about?"
Casey raises her hand and says, "It's about a woman who is pretty much forced to live away from home and she basically can't speak English."
"Perfect, can anyone add to that?"
"She misses home and Esperanza's friends call her Mamasota, when her name is Mamacita," says Paul, who sits in the middle of the classroom.
Rory nods and says, "She also sings home- sick songs... Now I want you to take out your notebooks and write down all the metaphors Esperanza uses."
They do as they're told and it takes about 7 minutes.
"Can anyone give me any that they found?" Rory asks.
"First line on page 77, where it says, push, pull. Push, pull. Poof!" says Mark.
"Great, and you can see her being pushed and pulled out of the taxi cab, can't you. Good job! Now we're going to go on to 'Rafaela who drinks coconut and papaya juice on Tuesdays... So what do you call these kind of short story's?"
"Vignette's!" screams Penny from the back.
"Yes, now can anyone tell me what is so important in this vignette?"
"Her husband is too controlling, so she sits at the window everyday dreaming about going to the place where the music is down the street. And sometimes she'll throw down money to the kids and ask them to get her a coconut or papaya juice and they send it up from the clothesline she sends down," Penny says again.
"Good job, now I'd like for you to get a head start on your homework for tonight. I'd like for you to write just a page on Sally and why she does the things she does. If it's on folder paper, do not skip lines; if it's typed, double-spaced. Now I only want you to start tonight, because this will soon become a collection of short essays that I want you to put together." Says Rory and they all begin to work.
She looks over the class and seems so proud of them.
'These are the one's that are going to make a big difference in our world.'
The bell soon rang and everyone left the class. Rory gathered her things and left as well. School was not over, but for Rory, it was.
Rory walked home and collapsed on the couch. She soon fell asleep. It was the same thing everyday: come home and fall on the couch just to asleep.
Things needed to change, and fast.
Later that day, Samantha came home.
"Rory!" screamed Sam as she came in.
Rory shot up like there was a fire.
"What? What?"
"You fell asleep again!"
Rory laid back down and said, "I know, I'm just really tired.. I'm glad it's Friday."
"We should do something! I can't let you sleep around here letting your life pass you by!" said Sam.
"I agree!" I said and Sam looked surprised. "I want to get out of here, lets go clubbing!"
"Whoa, what happened to Rory?" said Sam.
"She's still here, tired and willing to get out of here!"
"So it's settled, we're going clubbing!" said Sam.
Rory smiled and said, "Yep!... Oh, I met a girl who works at this restaurant, maybe we should invite her, and she's really nice."
"Yea, sure, what's her name?"
"Reanne, Rea for short."
"That's a nice name." Said Sam.
"Yea, isn't it?! Anyways, I'll go call her now so we have loads of time to get ready."
"Okay," said Sam as she went to her room.
Rory pulled out the number and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" the person on the other end said.
"Uh, hi, can I speak to Rea?"
"Speaking!"
"Wow you sound differently on the phone, it's me Rory, the girl from the restaurant."
"Ahh, how could I forget, you had such a unique name!"
"As do you! Anywhoo, I'm calling 'cause a friend and I want to go out clubbing tonight and I wanted to know if you'd like to come along..."
"Sure, sounds fun!"
"Great," said Rory and she gave Rea her street address.
"Okay so I'll be there in like 30 minutes so we can get ready together," said Rea.
"Sounds good to me!"
"Okay, see you then..."
"Bye.." And they both hung up.
Rory shouted to Sam, "She'll be here in about 30 minutes to get ready with us."
"Okay."
And When Rea finally arrived, the three had lots of fun trying on clothes they forgot they had and had an altogether fun time getting ready.
Tonight would be full of surprises, some of which that should have remained unnoticed, others that shouldn't have been surprises in the first place.
In open doors and open eyes, can only the greatest fears be seen; the greatest fears can be defeated.
OOKAY, THIS WAS REALLY, REALLY LONG! PLEASE REVIEW! I LIKE IT WHEN YOU GUYS REVIEW!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!
Rory woke from the love seat to the sound of a loud crash. She sat up abruptly and looked around the room. Guilty as charged!
"God Sam, you scared the crap out of me! I thought you were some burglar trying to steal my Betty Boop clock!"
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to knock over the stack of 'In Style' magazines, which led to the falling of the umbrella holder!"
Shaking her head slightly, Rory said, "It's okay, you just scared me. That's all."
Sighing happily, Sam laid down on the couch.
"Good night?" Rory asked.
"Great night..." Sam corrected.
Rory nodded and said, "So what's he like? Any mysterious scars or any hidden secrets?" she sounded so interested that Sam laughed.
"He's a very nice boy!"
Rory sat back in the chair and had that, 'Oh, it's one of those guys', with an emphasis on those, expressions.
"What? You have that look, I don't like that look. Why do you have that look?"
"No look," Rory said playing it cool.
"You have that look!" Sam propped.
Rory shrugged as she said, "No look..."
"Okay, now you're shrugging, why are you shrugging? You're shrugging and you have that look."
"You're paranoid," said Rory.
"I may be paranoid, but you have that... that kind of wispy aura that's hinting me with the intention of something's up!"
"Geez, I'm fine! So tell me about this nice boy," said Rory, moving on with the conversation.
"Well, he took me out to see a play..."
"Ooh, which one?" Rory asked.
"The Wizard of Oz..."
"Nice," Rory said nodding.
"Then he took me to this quaint little restaurant called 'Mi Amora'. And then he took me home... It was a great night!..."
Smiling Rory said, "So, you gonna see him again?"
"Hopefully," Sam replied, smiling too.
Nodding, Rory stood and stretched.
"I think I should get to bed now..."
"Me too..."
"You sure you're okay?" Sam asked.
"Yea, I'm fine..."
"Okay, but if you ever need me, I'm never too busy for you.."
"Thanks..." said Rory as the two separated to their own rooms.
Rory fell deeply in sleep.
(Next Morning)
Rory rolled over in bed. She saw the streaking rays of the sun crawling through the shades.
It suddenly hit her, the sun? Oh no, no, no, no! She looked over at her alarm clock and realized that it was broken!
She went to her dresser to grab her watch. 8 friggin 34?!
"This can't be happening! Omigosh!! I'm late!" she said aloud to herself.
She ran to the bathroom to take a super fast shower. When she finished, she threw on a dark purple lengthy dress with light lavender lilies on it. She slipped some white shoes on and ran out the door.
When she started running down the sidewalk, she remembered that she forgot to grab her lesson plan. She ran back to her apartment and saw that Sam was awake.
"Oh God, Rory you're late! Hurry, hurry!"
"Thanks for the update Sam!" she sarcastically said. She grabbed her lesson plan and ran like there was no tomorrow, which there very well might not be, since she might lose her job!
She arrived at school in a matter of minutes, and that was pretty short, considering the distance.
The class's eyes all turned to the woman panting at the front of the desk.
Some looked concerned; others couldn't give a rat's ass.
"Sorry (breath) I'm late... Clear your desks and please take out a black or blue pen for your quiz."
Her heavy breathing subsided as she passed out the quizzes and watched as her class started answering questions.
She sighed and sat on her chair. Time went by quickly as it was at that moment where they were supposed to be done.
"Time's up, pass in your quizzes in alphabetical order please."
They did, and she collected them without a sweat.
"Okay, pop journal!" the class groaned. "Your topic is, 'The importance of Teachers' you have 10 minutes to complete as much as you can.. Begin..."
The class furiously started writing. She started grading their quizzes. When the 10 minutes were up, she said, "Okay, get in your last words and pass them up."
Some sighed in relief that they had met the unwritten requirements and some whimpered at the fact that they could only say, 'teachers teach us things we need to know'.
The bell rang and Rory said, "Class dismissed."
They all scurried out and in came the seniors. This class was more of a challenge than the one before. They must have been the worst class ever. There were the occasional good kids in the class, but most of them were delinquents. Rory stood in the front and said, take out your homework from the night before.
Some obliged and some just sat there looking at her plainly like, 'You're joking right?'
Rory shook her head as she collected a total of 18 papers from the class, when there were 29 kids in there.
"This isn't grade school people, you need to turn in assignments on time. You all know the consequences of late work! It's only partial credit! Please, it's better than nothing, so turn something in tomorrow?" she said with hope.
A boy who sat in the back rolled his eyes as he put his head down on his desk.
Rory truly hated this kid, with a passion. She never knew of such hatred, even after you know who left.
She marched to the back of the room and from the desk next to him she slammed 5 textbooks on it.
He sat up with thunder as Rory smiled sweetly and said, "Take one and pass it down..."
He rolled his eyes again as he took the books and passed them.
"Hey James, don't roll your eyes too much! You do know what happens when you do and someone slaps you on the back right? It's the same thing when you make a funny face!"
Again, he rolled his eyes! Rory slapped his back, in the spirit of good fun. The whole class roared with laughter as he threw death glares at them.
"Now, the books that I'm passing out to you are yours for the rest of the year. Place your name on the front in the back of the cover. I am not responsible for lost books, you lose it, you pay for it."
Rory finished passing the books out and said, "Turn to page 12, the title should read 'The Lonesome Traveler, by Jack Kerouac'." The class did as they were told and she glanced around the room for a reader.
Everyone looked away as they noticed what she was doing.
"Carol, please read the background information..." Rory said.
Carol sighed as she read, "Father of the beat generation, one of the most acclaimed (and criticized) writers of modern times, Jack Kerouac died in 1969 at the age of 47. In Lonesome Traveler, he has told the whole exhilarating story of the years when he was writing the books that captivated and infuriated the reading public- the restless years of wandering- during which he worked- this is really long!!! I don't wanna read this anymore, get someone else to read this!" Carol said as she slouched back in her chair.
"Fine, let's just carry on then." Said Rory as she sighed. "Need I remind you, this is only a portion of the story, it's to give us the gist of great American literature..."
"This was not great American literature, this is a waste of time. The beat generation was into drugs and trivial crime. They uncovered, shall I say, the great mysteries of unemployment of the 1950's in all their glory."
"Wow, that's very critical Jane. I must agree with you on the fact that they were into unemployment and just hanging back.. On your own, please start reading until the bell rings."
When the bell finally did ring, she dismissed them to go. Rory sighed as she realized that she only had one more class for the day, and then she could go home.
Rory went out for an early lunch. While walking down the road, she saw a vacant area, building to be precise, sold. She wondered who had bought it, seeing as it had been vacant for quite some time now.
She kept walking and found a small restaurant. She walked in and seated herself at the counter. Little did she know, that there was a pair of dark brown eyes following her, in awe.
She didn't see him and he wanted it that way. He wouldn't know what to do if she just lashed out at him, just for his mere presence.
"Hi, coffee?" Rory asked the woman that had come up to her from the counter.
The waitress nodded and turned around the get her a cup.
"You look exhausted!" the waitress said as she handed Rory her cup of coffee.
"Thanks," she said as she took the cup, "I really am..."
"Shesh, if I were you, I'da slept in. Forget about work!" the waitress said.
Rory laughed and said, "I wish I could... But I work at a school..."
"Ahh, I see... My name's Reanne, you can call me Rea."
"Hi, I'm Rory... It's short for Lorelai... Lorelai! Omigosh, I forgot to call me mom!"
Rea looked confused. "My mom's name is Lorelai, she named me after herself.."
"Oh! I get it..."
"One moment please... I'm gonna check up on her..."
Rory reached for her cell phone and dialed home.
4 rings! Jesus, where the heck is she?!
"Okay, I've told you once, I've told you twice, but I don't make me tell you again! Lorelai Gilmore does not live here, so please stop sending her imported cheese from Europe!" said Lorelai.
"Mom?" said Rory.
"Oh honey it's you! It's so good to hear from you! Did you know I've been getting free cheese from Europe?!"
"I do now, how come?"
"I don't know! It just keeps coming and coming, so I keep giving it to people. It was funny, 'cause yesterday, I gave Kirk some blue cheese and he says to me, 'I'm allergic to blue cheese, can I have Spanish cheese.' And I said, no Kirk, but there will be more to come! And he said, 'oh good, I like cheese!' I only smiled and slowly backed away." Said Lorelai, laughing.
Rory chuckled and said, "That Kirk gets me every time..."
"Yea.(sigh)..."
"So, I'm on my lunch break now, but I'll call you later okay?"
"Sounds good to me! Bye mini me!"
"(Laughing) Bye mom..."
Rory turned back to the waitress and said, "My mom has been getting free cheese from Europe!"
"Really, how come?"
"She doesn't know..."
Rea laughed.
"Well, I should get going, but hey if you ever wanna hang out or something, here's my number," Rory said, she was happy that she made a new friend.
"Thanks, here's mine," said Rea as she passed off her number to Rory.
"I'll talk to you later, bye," said Rory, walking out towards the door.
"Cya!" said Rea.
His eyes followed her figure as she took a turn on a street corner. He took a sigh of relief and went back to the book he hand in his hands.
Rory got back to work and had a few minutes of alone time to herself so she pulled out a book. In her right drawer, she had 'Franny and Zooey'. She picked it up and started reading from Zooey.
Soon the bell rang and her juniors waltzed in.
Now this was a good class. They turned almost everything in on time and were heavy in their discussions.
Rory smiled for the first time that day to one of her classes.
"Okay, so where in 'The House on Mango Street' did we leave off on?" Rory asked her class.
Carly raised her hand. "No Speak English..."
Everyone flips to the page and Rory asks the class, "Can anyone tell me, in a descriptive sentence what this part is about?"
Casey raises her hand and says, "It's about a woman who is pretty much forced to live away from home and she basically can't speak English."
"Perfect, can anyone add to that?"
"She misses home and Esperanza's friends call her Mamasota, when her name is Mamacita," says Paul, who sits in the middle of the classroom.
Rory nods and says, "She also sings home- sick songs... Now I want you to take out your notebooks and write down all the metaphors Esperanza uses."
They do as they're told and it takes about 7 minutes.
"Can anyone give me any that they found?" Rory asks.
"First line on page 77, where it says, push, pull. Push, pull. Poof!" says Mark.
"Great, and you can see her being pushed and pulled out of the taxi cab, can't you. Good job! Now we're going to go on to 'Rafaela who drinks coconut and papaya juice on Tuesdays... So what do you call these kind of short story's?"
"Vignette's!" screams Penny from the back.
"Yes, now can anyone tell me what is so important in this vignette?"
"Her husband is too controlling, so she sits at the window everyday dreaming about going to the place where the music is down the street. And sometimes she'll throw down money to the kids and ask them to get her a coconut or papaya juice and they send it up from the clothesline she sends down," Penny says again.
"Good job, now I'd like for you to get a head start on your homework for tonight. I'd like for you to write just a page on Sally and why she does the things she does. If it's on folder paper, do not skip lines; if it's typed, double-spaced. Now I only want you to start tonight, because this will soon become a collection of short essays that I want you to put together." Says Rory and they all begin to work.
She looks over the class and seems so proud of them.
'These are the one's that are going to make a big difference in our world.'
The bell soon rang and everyone left the class. Rory gathered her things and left as well. School was not over, but for Rory, it was.
Rory walked home and collapsed on the couch. She soon fell asleep. It was the same thing everyday: come home and fall on the couch just to asleep.
Things needed to change, and fast.
Later that day, Samantha came home.
"Rory!" screamed Sam as she came in.
Rory shot up like there was a fire.
"What? What?"
"You fell asleep again!"
Rory laid back down and said, "I know, I'm just really tired.. I'm glad it's Friday."
"We should do something! I can't let you sleep around here letting your life pass you by!" said Sam.
"I agree!" I said and Sam looked surprised. "I want to get out of here, lets go clubbing!"
"Whoa, what happened to Rory?" said Sam.
"She's still here, tired and willing to get out of here!"
"So it's settled, we're going clubbing!" said Sam.
Rory smiled and said, "Yep!... Oh, I met a girl who works at this restaurant, maybe we should invite her, and she's really nice."
"Yea, sure, what's her name?"
"Reanne, Rea for short."
"That's a nice name." Said Sam.
"Yea, isn't it?! Anyways, I'll go call her now so we have loads of time to get ready."
"Okay," said Sam as she went to her room.
Rory pulled out the number and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" the person on the other end said.
"Uh, hi, can I speak to Rea?"
"Speaking!"
"Wow you sound differently on the phone, it's me Rory, the girl from the restaurant."
"Ahh, how could I forget, you had such a unique name!"
"As do you! Anywhoo, I'm calling 'cause a friend and I want to go out clubbing tonight and I wanted to know if you'd like to come along..."
"Sure, sounds fun!"
"Great," said Rory and she gave Rea her street address.
"Okay so I'll be there in like 30 minutes so we can get ready together," said Rea.
"Sounds good to me!"
"Okay, see you then..."
"Bye.." And they both hung up.
Rory shouted to Sam, "She'll be here in about 30 minutes to get ready with us."
"Okay."
And When Rea finally arrived, the three had lots of fun trying on clothes they forgot they had and had an altogether fun time getting ready.
Tonight would be full of surprises, some of which that should have remained unnoticed, others that shouldn't have been surprises in the first place.
In open doors and open eyes, can only the greatest fears be seen; the greatest fears can be defeated.
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