The Pea and the Pod_Flat 92_Fat to Fame_Same old fight, but worse
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The Pea and the Pod
"OH, MY LORD! TURN THAT CRAP DOWN ALREADY!" Jamie shouted against the wall, Old lady Pea's constant record playing drove him up the wall. " YOU YOUNGINS' HAVE NO IDEA WHAT "GOOD" MUSIC IS ANYMORE". Jamie instinctively ground his teeth, he waited for her to turn up the music. "1、..2、..3" nothing. "4、...5、." nothing, he just needed to get to six, maybe she wouldn't turn it up even louder if he got to six. "s-s-sssssssss" Jamie wheezed, waiting. "RAMBLING ROSE" blared even louder through the apartment's thin walls. "For the love of every greek god known to man!" Jamie sighed, he slumped down on...
Flat 92
He came up the elevator and exited into a hallway. To the right, through an entryway and to the left. It was easy enough to spot, the movers where busily carrying her boxes and containers inside. The heavy wooden door was propped open and the blue sign above that read simply “92” in white industrious numbers. She had moved to escape, he thought he had knownwww.onedoor.cc what she was distancing herself from at the time. As he entered the flat, the energy present was calm, relaxed, and inviting. Nothing like the last one.He helped where he could. Placing a throw here and organizing the refrigerator, small th...
Fat to Fame
My schedule is so busy, that I’m unsure if I’ll be able to make it to my ten-year high school reunion! I get a call from an old buddy that I have kept in touch with over the years and smile, “Hey Jarome! What’s up?” I walk out of the photo shoot, grabbing my jacket, and planner. “Hey Bella! How are you doing beautiful?” I giggle softly, rolling my eyes. “I’m fine, what’s up? It’s been a while.” There is a long pause. “Bella, tell me you're going to the reunion.” I look at my planner, “what day was it again?” I hear him sigh loudly. “Next Saturday, June 1, 2025、 Girl, you need to go and show e...
Same old fight, but worse
Bags? filled with things I most certainly don’t need. Car? same old junk I’ve had since I turned eighteen. Equipment? all loaded and hidden under the back seats of the car. I’m finally going away, about to start a new life far from my family and friends, please note the sarcasm. There’s only one stop to make on my way, Alissa’s house. We’ve never been only friends, and now don’t even like each other, but for some messed up reason we are together in this. “Are you getting in or what?” I yelled from the driver's seat. She rolled her eyes, as she usually does whenever I speak, but got in. The jo...