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Author's Note(s): I want to run something by you, yes you! It's something that I find disgusting and stupid and I wanted to see if I'm not alone in this. It's about my mom and Philipio *makes gagging noise* okay, we have a three-seat sofa, my mom always sits on the far right seat, Philipio always sits between the left and the middle seat (so he's sitting on the crack?). Anyway, this is what I cannot stand, there is a whole seat between them and Philipio has his hand on my mom's knee, his arm is stretched over one seat, so it can be on her knee...why, oh why doesn't he just sit in the middle seat? It just disgusts me, immensely. Your opinion please?
Ooh, and more importantly, Ellie (Blondie 03) shall be in this chapter, but her name is now...Jolene...mwhahaha! And I'm doing this chapter in Bunny's POV (which I forgot to mention).
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As sun cascaded through the windows, I stirred from my sleep, drifting from another dream about Ace Merrill. My eyes opened lazily as I focused on the clock, it was after ten o'clock, I'd overslept again.
I stumbled from my bed with a yawn and began to search for clean clothes in the pile of junk on the wooden floor. I found some grayish jeans and a sky blue t-shirt, threw them on and made my way into the kitchen.
Mother and Philipio were sat at the breakfast table, being disgusting as usual. His hand was on her knee as she ate some waffles that were drowning in maple syrup. I made a disgusted face as I made my way to the fridge.
"Do you want some waffles, sweetie?" Don't worry, my mom asked me that, not Philipio.
"No thanks." I grabbed a carton of orange juice and began to pour myself a glass.
"Are you sure? There's plenty left." Her voice was slightly muffled; she had just shoveled in some more waffles.
"Yes, I'm sure." Seriously, what is it with mother's and double checking?
I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl that was in the centre of the table and made a dash for the door. My mother's questioning voice soon getting quiet as I trotted down the stairs of the apartment block.
As I walked through the front door of the building I was greeted by the smell of the salty sea and some hot dogs from a not too far away vendor. I took a huge crunchy bite from my apple and marched onwards to the beach.
I usually left the apartment barefoot, as we didn't live far from the beach I didn't have a fear of standing on anything sharp on my journey. The sand was extremely hot and I immediately began to jump/skip (like those lizards that run really fast on water, kicking their legs up) to the beckoning shore where most people seemed to be.
I received a few weird looks from people nearby who had witnessed my hurried steps to the shore, I shrugged it off. I bite into my apple and bent down, folding my jeans up to my knees so they wouldn't get wet. When I finished that, I continued walking and devoured the last few bites of my apple.
My destination became closer and I turned up onto the dry sand, only to begin frolicking like a lizard again. I reached the beach house and climbed the steps onto the porch.
The white paint on the paneled walls had begun to peel and a few tiles had come of the roof. Just as I was about to let myself in I heard my best friend's voice boom from inside, "I hate you, you steaming pile of dog vomit!"
I guessed that her younger brother had done something wrong yet again. I heard a few hurried footsteps and a nine year old boy burst out from the door and ran straight past me onto the beach. My friend soon came to the door.
Jolene Rushing was about to yell another insult at her brother when she noticed me, "Hey B." The band of freckles across her nose were joined by a glowing cherry red, evidence that she was extremely pissed off at her brother, Thomas.
"What did he do now?" I questioned as I looked back at the beach to see him trip over a sun bathing couple.
"He just told you-know-who that I had a massive crush on him." Her normally light green eyes flickered darkly and her long blonde hair quivered slightly in the ocean breeze.
"Oh, you mean-" I started.
"Don't say his name, you'll jinx it." She interrupted as she turned to go back inside.
"Whatever." I murmured as I followed her into the kitchen.
Jolene sat down at the breakfast bar, tucking her long slim legs out of view, and poured some milk into a bowl of cereal that was already there. I took a seat opposite after throwing my apple core into the trash can.
"Do you have any plans?" I asked her as she stirred her breakfast lazily.
"No, you?" She asked, lifting up the bowl.
"Nope." I watched her sniff her cereal, a habit of hers that occasionally annoyed me. "Leggy, why do you smell everything? Cornflakes don't smell of anything." Leggy had been my nickname for her for quite some time. One – she had incredibly long and skinny legs. Two – Her mother's maiden name was leggings.
Leggy looked at me peevishly, she disliked my nickname for her enormously. She placed her bowl of cornflakes back on the bar and said, "Cornflakes do smell, they smell cornflakey." She then began to eat her breakfast. I rolled my eyes.
When she finished her cornflakey cornflakes, I asked her, "What shall we do for the day?"
Leggy shrugged in reply and stood up and took her bowl to the sink. When she came back, she had an idea, "Why don't we go somewhere for the day? Like a short trip?"
Although I didn't say it, I believed that to be a very good idea and wondered if I could persuade Leggy to go a bit further than 'a short trip'.
"Why don't we go somewhere for the weekend, maybe even the whole week?" I suggested excitedly. "It's not like we have anything better to do."
She looked at me suspiciously, "Are you thinking about going back to Oregon?"
I nodded my head, "I miss everyone that I left there," especially Ace, I added to myself.
"I knew it, I have ESP!" She cried happily.
I scoffed at her belief that she had ESP, but getting more serious I asked, "Shall we go then?"
"But it would take more than just the weekend to get there." She argued.
"Then lets go for more than a week?" I smiled pleadingly.
Leggy seemed to consider this before asking, "That guy you met, did he have any friends?"
"Yes, many." I answered.
"Then let's go to Oregon!"
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Author's Note(s):
Yo, Ellie! How do you like you new nickname??? I shall now call you Leggy! *giggles insanely* ...um...okay...I just want to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter *throws 'Stand By Me' action figures to reviews* And whoever reviews this time may get a Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figure!!! With many phrases including: "savvy?", "don't think I deserved that" and "drink up me hearties! Yo Ho!" Comes with changeable accessories such as sword, hat, bottle(s) of rum, pirate medallion, and pistol. Moveable arms and legs...but not normal moveable arms and legs...no...these are special moveable arms and legs that move in a slightly feminine and perpetually drunken way! Review while stocks last! Batteries not included!
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Author's Note(s): I want to run something by you, yes you! It's something that I find disgusting and stupid and I wanted to see if I'm not alone in this. It's about my mom and Philipio *makes gagging noise* okay, we have a three-seat sofa, my mom always sits on the far right seat, Philipio always sits between the left and the middle seat (so he's sitting on the crack?). Anyway, this is what I cannot stand, there is a whole seat between them and Philipio has his hand on my mom's knee, his arm is stretched over one seat, so it can be on her knee...why, oh why doesn't he just sit in the middle seat? It just disgusts me, immensely. Your opinion please?
Ooh, and more importantly, Ellie (Blondie 03) shall be in this chapter, but her name is now...Jolene...mwhahaha! And I'm doing this chapter in Bunny's POV (which I forgot to mention).
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As sun cascaded through the windows, I stirred from my sleep, drifting from another dream about Ace Merrill. My eyes opened lazily as I focused on the clock, it was after ten o'clock, I'd overslept again.
I stumbled from my bed with a yawn and began to search for clean clothes in the pile of junk on the wooden floor. I found some grayish jeans and a sky blue t-shirt, threw them on and made my way into the kitchen.
Mother and Philipio were sat at the breakfast table, being disgusting as usual. His hand was on her knee as she ate some waffles that were drowning in maple syrup. I made a disgusted face as I made my way to the fridge.
"Do you want some waffles, sweetie?" Don't worry, my mom asked me that, not Philipio.
"No thanks." I grabbed a carton of orange juice and began to pour myself a glass.
"Are you sure? There's plenty left." Her voice was slightly muffled; she had just shoveled in some more waffles.
"Yes, I'm sure." Seriously, what is it with mother's and double checking?
I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl that was in the centre of the table and made a dash for the door. My mother's questioning voice soon getting quiet as I trotted down the stairs of the apartment block.
As I walked through the front door of the building I was greeted by the smell of the salty sea and some hot dogs from a not too far away vendor. I took a huge crunchy bite from my apple and marched onwards to the beach.
I usually left the apartment barefoot, as we didn't live far from the beach I didn't have a fear of standing on anything sharp on my journey. The sand was extremely hot and I immediately began to jump/skip (like those lizards that run really fast on water, kicking their legs up) to the beckoning shore where most people seemed to be.
I received a few weird looks from people nearby who had witnessed my hurried steps to the shore, I shrugged it off. I bite into my apple and bent down, folding my jeans up to my knees so they wouldn't get wet. When I finished that, I continued walking and devoured the last few bites of my apple.
My destination became closer and I turned up onto the dry sand, only to begin frolicking like a lizard again. I reached the beach house and climbed the steps onto the porch.
The white paint on the paneled walls had begun to peel and a few tiles had come of the roof. Just as I was about to let myself in I heard my best friend's voice boom from inside, "I hate you, you steaming pile of dog vomit!"
I guessed that her younger brother had done something wrong yet again. I heard a few hurried footsteps and a nine year old boy burst out from the door and ran straight past me onto the beach. My friend soon came to the door.
Jolene Rushing was about to yell another insult at her brother when she noticed me, "Hey B." The band of freckles across her nose were joined by a glowing cherry red, evidence that she was extremely pissed off at her brother, Thomas.
"What did he do now?" I questioned as I looked back at the beach to see him trip over a sun bathing couple.
"He just told you-know-who that I had a massive crush on him." Her normally light green eyes flickered darkly and her long blonde hair quivered slightly in the ocean breeze.
"Oh, you mean-" I started.
"Don't say his name, you'll jinx it." She interrupted as she turned to go back inside.
"Whatever." I murmured as I followed her into the kitchen.
Jolene sat down at the breakfast bar, tucking her long slim legs out of view, and poured some milk into a bowl of cereal that was already there. I took a seat opposite after throwing my apple core into the trash can.
"Do you have any plans?" I asked her as she stirred her breakfast lazily.
"No, you?" She asked, lifting up the bowl.
"Nope." I watched her sniff her cereal, a habit of hers that occasionally annoyed me. "Leggy, why do you smell everything? Cornflakes don't smell of anything." Leggy had been my nickname for her for quite some time. One – she had incredibly long and skinny legs. Two – Her mother's maiden name was leggings.
Leggy looked at me peevishly, she disliked my nickname for her enormously. She placed her bowl of cornflakes back on the bar and said, "Cornflakes do smell, they smell cornflakey." She then began to eat her breakfast. I rolled my eyes.
When she finished her cornflakey cornflakes, I asked her, "What shall we do for the day?"
Leggy shrugged in reply and stood up and took her bowl to the sink. When she came back, she had an idea, "Why don't we go somewhere for the day? Like a short trip?"
Although I didn't say it, I believed that to be a very good idea and wondered if I could persuade Leggy to go a bit further than 'a short trip'.
"Why don't we go somewhere for the weekend, maybe even the whole week?" I suggested excitedly. "It's not like we have anything better to do."
She looked at me suspiciously, "Are you thinking about going back to Oregon?"
I nodded my head, "I miss everyone that I left there," especially Ace, I added to myself.
"I knew it, I have ESP!" She cried happily.
I scoffed at her belief that she had ESP, but getting more serious I asked, "Shall we go then?"
"But it would take more than just the weekend to get there." She argued.
"Then lets go for more than a week?" I smiled pleadingly.
Leggy seemed to consider this before asking, "That guy you met, did he have any friends?"
"Yes, many." I answered.
"Then let's go to Oregon!"
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Author's Note(s):
Yo, Ellie! How do you like you new nickname??? I shall now call you Leggy! *giggles insanely* ...um...okay...I just want to thank everyone who reviewed my first chapter *throws 'Stand By Me' action figures to reviews* And whoever reviews this time may get a Limited Special Edition Captain Jack Sparrow Action Figure!!! With many phrases including: "savvy?", "don't think I deserved that" and "drink up me hearties! Yo Ho!" Comes with changeable accessories such as sword, hat, bottle(s) of rum, pirate medallion, and pistol. Moveable arms and legs...but not normal moveable arms and legs...no...these are special moveable arms and legs that move in a slightly feminine and perpetually drunken way! Review while stocks last! Batteries not included!
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