I never had so many reviews on my first chapter before!! To quote Matty
(Perry...duh!) "I'm all a twitter!" Although I am kind of depressed because
my brother is coming back from college and I really don't want him to.
Luckily I can go next year so... hehe okey dokey, this chapter is, shall we
say...still in the "introduction mode" but don't worry...things happen... it
continues about twenty years into the future.
The Scar
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Twenty years later
Shoving the spatula under the pancakes, Monica flipped one over, then the others, hurrying to make breakfast for the army of people sitting in her restaurant on an early Sunday morning.
"Why did I decide to do the morning shift today?" she muttered to her self, quietly.
"Monica? Someone's here to compliment the chef," said a waiter, as he dumped a few used plates into the sink.
"Yes! I love this part," Monica yelled, hurrying to take out her self-made organizational award.
"Hey Mon," said Rachel.
"Oh it's just you," she said, disappointedly.
"Well nice to see you too."
"What's up?" she said casually, taking a drink of water.
"Well, I met this guy I think you might like, and I wanted to know if you would be interested in doubling with me and Ross?"
"I told you, I don't want a date, I'm not totally over Richard yet."
"But Mon, it's been months, okay? It's just a date, and I'll be there. C'mon, it'll be fun!"
"Fine."
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She knew Rachel had good taste in men, but what guy thought that Homo sapiens were gay? He was nice, and she'd like to be friends with Joey, but who wants to date someone who can't add a six dollar tip to an even thirty? They'd definitely just be friends, especially now that he was moving in next door.
Throwing her purse onto the couch, Monica went straight to her room and collapsed on the bed. Kicking off her shoes, not even bothering to take off her clothes, she curled up under a blanket and closed her eyes...
"Monica! Monica! Help me!" the boy yelled as he was being beaten on the filthy ground.
"I can't," she whispered to herself. "I just can't."
Being dragged away, the last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
Sitting upright in bed, Monica came back to reality, it was just a dream, that dream. That dream that she had countless times, that nightmare. Laying down again, she closed her eyes before she had time to think about it...
It was the soft cry of a helpless little boy, with a scar on his arm, blood gushing out, out of his scar.
"No! NO! I can't! No!" Monica screamed, sitting up in bed, beads of sweat streaming down her face, as she caught her breath.
"Mon, Mon, what's wrong?" asked Rachel, running through the door to her roommate's side, and sitting down on the bed.
"Nothing, it's nothing."
"The dream again?"
Reluctantly, she admitted, "Yeah, it was the dream."
"I really think you should see someone about this, I mean, you've been having this dream since you were like what? Eight? I mean, I know you won't tell me what it's about, but maybe you could tell a psychiatrist-"
"Rachel! I told you, I'm not going to a shrink!" she shouted, as she started to cry.
"Okay, it's okay," Rachel whispered, rubbing her friend's back. "Don't worry, you'll be okay."
"I don't think so; I've been having this dream my whole life."
"Can't you at least tell me? I mean, I'm your best friend, don't I deserve to know what's bothering you?"
"I can't tell you, it's too hard to explain. But there is one thing you can do..."
"Oh Monica, thank you, what is it? I'll do anything to help you with this," said Rachel, eagerly.
"How long do scars last?"
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Did you know it took me about 6 minutes to figure out how to spell physycaitristists? Yeppers, still can't do it.
Yes, yes, it was short, as I said..."Introduction mode" it'll be switching over to "story mode" shortly...
Let's talk about the friends finale...who else was excited that Matty got the last line raises hand, well, I loved the last episode but it was so sad, was crying, but I'll be okay, we still have Joey to anticipate.
Reviews make me happy, you make me happy! Be happy! Lalalala...
The Scar
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Twenty years later
Shoving the spatula under the pancakes, Monica flipped one over, then the others, hurrying to make breakfast for the army of people sitting in her restaurant on an early Sunday morning.
"Why did I decide to do the morning shift today?" she muttered to her self, quietly.
"Monica? Someone's here to compliment the chef," said a waiter, as he dumped a few used plates into the sink.
"Yes! I love this part," Monica yelled, hurrying to take out her self-made organizational award.
"Hey Mon," said Rachel.
"Oh it's just you," she said, disappointedly.
"Well nice to see you too."
"What's up?" she said casually, taking a drink of water.
"Well, I met this guy I think you might like, and I wanted to know if you would be interested in doubling with me and Ross?"
"I told you, I don't want a date, I'm not totally over Richard yet."
"But Mon, it's been months, okay? It's just a date, and I'll be there. C'mon, it'll be fun!"
"Fine."
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She knew Rachel had good taste in men, but what guy thought that Homo sapiens were gay? He was nice, and she'd like to be friends with Joey, but who wants to date someone who can't add a six dollar tip to an even thirty? They'd definitely just be friends, especially now that he was moving in next door.
Throwing her purse onto the couch, Monica went straight to her room and collapsed on the bed. Kicking off her shoes, not even bothering to take off her clothes, she curled up under a blanket and closed her eyes...
"Monica! Monica! Help me!" the boy yelled as he was being beaten on the filthy ground.
"I can't," she whispered to herself. "I just can't."
Being dragged away, the last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
The last thing she saw was the look of a knife against his flesh, leaving a wound inches long, and the soft cry of a helpless little boy.
Sitting upright in bed, Monica came back to reality, it was just a dream, that dream. That dream that she had countless times, that nightmare. Laying down again, she closed her eyes before she had time to think about it...
It was the soft cry of a helpless little boy, with a scar on his arm, blood gushing out, out of his scar.
"No! NO! I can't! No!" Monica screamed, sitting up in bed, beads of sweat streaming down her face, as she caught her breath.
"Mon, Mon, what's wrong?" asked Rachel, running through the door to her roommate's side, and sitting down on the bed.
"Nothing, it's nothing."
"The dream again?"
Reluctantly, she admitted, "Yeah, it was the dream."
"I really think you should see someone about this, I mean, you've been having this dream since you were like what? Eight? I mean, I know you won't tell me what it's about, but maybe you could tell a psychiatrist-"
"Rachel! I told you, I'm not going to a shrink!" she shouted, as she started to cry.
"Okay, it's okay," Rachel whispered, rubbing her friend's back. "Don't worry, you'll be okay."
"I don't think so; I've been having this dream my whole life."
"Can't you at least tell me? I mean, I'm your best friend, don't I deserve to know what's bothering you?"
"I can't tell you, it's too hard to explain. But there is one thing you can do..."
"Oh Monica, thank you, what is it? I'll do anything to help you with this," said Rachel, eagerly.
"How long do scars last?"
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Did you know it took me about 6 minutes to figure out how to spell physycaitristists? Yeppers, still can't do it.
Yes, yes, it was short, as I said..."Introduction mode" it'll be switching over to "story mode" shortly...
Let's talk about the friends finale...who else was excited that Matty got the last line raises hand, well, I loved the last episode but it was so sad, was crying, but I'll be okay, we still have Joey to anticipate.
Reviews make me happy, you make me happy! Be happy! Lalalala...