Hang Out_My Oddball Neighbor_The Girl at my Front Door_The Gossip Train
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Hang Out
Finally. After working relentlessly for the whole week, I finally could rest. My only plan today is to sleep and watch movies. No work, no distractions, just me and my empty apartment. I started my day with an easy breakfast and went straight to the movies I rented.Halfway through the first movie, my doorbell rang making me groan in annoyance and fear that someone is gonna disturb my plan. With cautious, I walked to the door. Seeing as I haven't invited anyone or expecting anyone, this person could be dangerous.A sigh escaped from my lips when I saw from the peephole that it was my bestfriend....
My Oddball Neighbor
Many times, I’d seen him, wild, bushy, greying hair framing his entire head like some kind of grotesque creature. Down the corners of where his mouth apparently was, there were brown lines fading into the beard hair. I was sure that if I looked deeper into the hairs, I would definitely find lost food particles. He would usually not acknowledge any greetings or waving. He was definitely “grumpy guts”! His clothing was always drab and stained with threads hanging off and he wore great heavy steel capped boots that looked like he never took them off as the caked mud went from trouser to toe all i...
The Girl at my Front Door
Singing. My favorite hobby that I have loved for years. Some people may make fun of me for saying this, but that's the truth. Using your voice to experiment different notes is the best thing to do when you're bored, which I almost always am. It's takes you to another world, especially when you're singing along to your favorite song or playlist. Unfortunately, I never get to have to opportunity to go to the world of music. It's the worst and I wish that I could sing whenever I want. I only have the chance to sing in a whisper-tone because I get embarrassed so easily. I don't know if it's becaus...
The Gossip Train
www.onedoor.ccOlivia sat, barely awake, watching her cartoons. It was early and she was nervous about starting the seventh grade. Her childhood cartoons were making her giggle, as always, and the banana pancakes her mom made felt like a familiar warm hug. She was almost feeling brave enough to conquer her fears until her mom, yapping away on the phone, turned the volume down on the TV, because she couldn’t hear her gossip well enough. Now Olivia was left alone with her own thoughts, and all of her fears of her first day came rushing back.What if she didn’t make any friends? What if no one talked to her? W...