HEEYYYYYYYY, FIRST CHAPTER WITH A DIALOGUE CLIP FROM @LIZSTOMANIA!! HOPE YOU LIKE IT! I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE PHONE CALL SO THATS MY DIALOGUE BUT THE REST IS FROM THE PERSON MEMTIONED :).
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I hear chirping when my eyes start to slowly open into slits. Even if my sight was blurry, I could still see the sun's light shining straight onto my face as if it wanted to burn a hole through my head. God, morning already? I only slept for 5 minutes. I groan like a dinosaur and roll across my bed with my blankets following my movement. As I start to lift myself into sitting position I hear my phone ring.
"Ggggggaaaaaaahhhhhhgz. At least waiiiiittt! I'm still getting up." I say loudly as if someone were to answer me.
My grogginess was making me unbelievably cranky, knowing the fact I took most of my night talking to people on Instagram, and I was trying to decide whether or not I should just completely ignore the person calling. As I shuffled my feet onto the floor and past my room, I realized my phone was in my back jean pocket. Oh. Aren't I the classic idiot.
While taking a note to start putting on pajamas before I go to bed and to remember where I last put my phone, I clicked the home button to illuminate the screen of the expensive device.
My sister was calling. Errrrrrrrrrrg. I swiped my finger to decline. Back to bed I go.
"Riiiiinnnngggg, rin rin riiiiiNNGGGGG, rin rin ring ng ng nggggggg. Ring!" My ringtone sounds.
I hang up again, and the sound continues to go repeatedly until I feel like I woke up from a hangover. The 7th time she calls is the time I answer. Fine, she wants to be this way? She can be this way.
"Helllooooooooo?" I say sassily.
"Milotic! You've ignored every one of my calls today and yesterday! Are you at home? Are you alive? Am I gonna catch you at some fraternity party? Are you- ARE YOU DEAD?!?!?!??!?! MILOTIC ARE YOU STILL ALIVE DID YOU GET KIDNAPPED OR MURDERED? Or are you just playing Pokemon again for hours straight....OR DID YOU GET SICK FROM EATING THAT CHINESE FOOD AGAIN DO YOU NEED ME TO TAKE YOU TO THE DOCTORS? oh my gosh...DID SOMEONE KIDNAP YOU. I DONT WANT KIDNAPPING. BIGGEST FEAR."
"Claire. Shut up, I'm locked up in a loving basement of a stranger in a ski mask. He gives me free drinks though...wink wink. I gave him my wallet for free!" I made the over exaggerated wink face in front of my door's mirror. I looked pretty good this morning. I can really pull off the morning look...at least today I can.
"Woo. Thank god," I imagined her dropping her eye lids into her annoying gentle and vulnerable expression, "Thank god you're being sarcastic."
"Beautiful."
"Okay. So now that I know your alive I'm coming over. Don't be shocked if I knock down your door in the process. Don't you ever get lost in a tunnel and not call me back again! That took forever! I thought you got in a crash or something!"
"If I were really in a crash the hospital would've called you. Or you would've gotten a call about me being dead. But don't knock down my door, try hammering it. Let out that anger before you kill me with it."
"Haaaaa ha. I'm reaching for my keys. Now I'm gonna start driving over there in about a minute. Don't hang u- SHIT," I hear a crash and a thud. I expected to hear a random cat meow agitatedly, but I was left disappointed.
"What happened, did you die? ARE YOU IN THE AMBULANCE OMG ARE YOU BEING KIDNAPPED!?!?!?" I mocked. My grogginess slipped away as I giggled to myself. I'm so funny.
"Bitch! I just slipped off a spinny chair. Don't mock me. At least I'm not the one forgetting to fill a gas tank and needing a bigger sister to call the tunnel people to go get you gas." She was getting bickery again, so I got bickery back. Sometimes I believe that we are still in middle school.
"At least I'm not the one freaking out even when there's proof there's nothing to freak about."
"At least I'm responsible!"
"At least I laugh enough to lose all the weight you've been trying to lose all year!"
She gasped, "AT LEAST I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" I snickered...I can do so much more than that.
"At least I haven't lost my virginity like you did! You had dad walk into your room exactly after seeing the house a fucking mess!"
"He was really attractive at the time! At least-" her voice got cut off once I hung up. Since I'm fully awake, I'm now aware of how annoying siblings are. That's a familiar feeling. I start to laugh really hard.
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My sister never came. It was about the thousandth time that happened if I look back far enough, and surprisingly it shocked me. I texted her about it while I pushed my cart down the target isle. When I finished texting her over her planned matters, I was left with my iPhone in my back pocket and my eyes straight onto the place's ceiling. Turns out she needed to go see mum today and she was too lazy to warn me.
I look up at the ceiling. God, it's so pretty. The matter that made that stuff up? The metal? The shudders? Could you ever imagine the work it took to come up with the idea of pipes?
Poems explain deeper things... But I explain target ceilings. I'm what I like to call an original.
I move past a giant isle of bread stamped with the target coupons people left around the day before. I checked them all to save some money, but found that they all expired. I feel you who-ever-left-these-coupons. I've pulled that one before.
As I rolled my buggy through the place I got near the freezer section, only to see a boy around my age walking around with some man. The "man" didn't look like he wanted to be walking around in a target store. he was wearing a ripped up jacket and tattered sneakers. Not to mention that his teeth were similar to what George Washington's probably looked like back when he was alive. However, I decided to eavesdrop a little once I looked at their mouths and noticed that they were talking. I picked up a bag of Perogi's lying on the middle freezer cart and listened. i was quite surprised to hear such words:
(Now is a part I've chosen by @Litzomania for this chapter. One piece of dialogue from her each time I update)
"Let's start the session by just talking about your emotions. Have you been feeling different than you normally do? More angry? More depressed than normal?"
A moment passed. silence reigned.
"Jay? Can you answer the question?"
I could almost hear the doors slam in his mind. His thoughts would not be voiced for anyone to hear until his soul became part of galaxies to be studied more intently than anyone had ever listened to him.
"Ok. Let's try another question. Who do you think is most important in your life?"
It seemed he wouldn't answer this question, either, until he slowly lifted a thumb towards himself.
"Yourself?"
A barely perceptible nod.
"Jus' me."
(End of clip)
I was wondering why the boy was talking that way to the dude, and I immediately assumed he was just an awkward friend of his. I made a weird face as the tattered-clothed man turned around and started looking at me. He gave me the look of murder.
I pushed my cart away and continued the cycle of my normal shopping day...except in this one I was actually serious.
