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même vieux
Same old , same old . Work ,chat with Miss Mabel , home , repeat . Work ,chat with Miss Mabel , home , clean , tv ,,fall asleep on the couch , drag myself to bed , repeat . Work , chat with Miss Mabel , home , clean , tv , ,fall asleep on the couch , drag myself to bed , change into my pjs , snore , press snooze a couple times , look at my watch , realise I'm late , brush my teeth , repeat . Work ,chat with Miss Mabel , home , clean , tv ,fall asleep on the couch , drag myself to bed , change into my pjs , snore , press snooze a couple times , look at my watch , realise I'm late , brush my...
Busy Beans
The video was unfocused and blurry. It shook around for a bit, with muffled voices coming in and out. Eventually, it evened out and refocused on a freckled face. It quickly moved back to reveal a girl in paint-splattered overalls, with a red bandana securing her auburn hair. She smiled at the camera before turning to look at someone out of frame. “Is it running?” she asked, motioning to the camera. Someone off-screen mumbled a vague affirmative, and she jumped around back to the video. “Hello! Um, My name’s Emma, and this is the very first video of our cafe shop-making thing…” She trailed off ...
Today I made a Friend
Mrs. Bailey barged into our room, yelling at us to get up. Squinting my eyes to read the clock on the wall. It's 6 a.m. Ugh! Why!?! "Let's go, ladies; you have 10 minutes to get outside!" We are likely going to be punished for the stunt that happened yesterday. I blame Hannah. I live in an all-girls foster home called With Little Help, and six of us live here, all coming from different backgrounds, and none of us care enough to make friends. Why would we? Eventually, we will move away or into another foster home. What's the point? I rolled out of bed at the same time as Hannah. She glared at m...
Beauty Queen Brushoff
“I’m worried about Annabelle.” The matter-of-fact statement was discharged into an otherwise silent room. Its recipient, a salt-n-pepper-haired gentleman in his early forties, was intently glued to the computer screen before him. “Yeah…” came his slow reply. “Yeah. She’s had to leave all of her friends. She knows no one here. She has very little interest in getting to know anyone. She has very little interests for that matter--” The woman, clearly Annabelle’s mother, stopped her pacing and ranting to stare directly at her husband. “Parker! Are you even listening to me? I’m talking about your ...