Steven Doesn't Think

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Hampton Inn

Williamston, North Carolina

Steven: *quietly sneaks out of the room* I can't take this anymore. *walks in the hallway* I gotta find someone that will take me home to Connecticut.

Ken: *wakes up* Steven?

Steven: *knocks on someone's door*

Man: *opens the door* Who are you?

Steven: Hi. What state did you come from?

Man: Virginia.

Steven: Darn it.

Man: Can I help you with something?

Steven: I was hoping that you would be from Connecticut. You see, I want to go back to Connecticut.

Man: Can't help you, sir. Sorry. Have a good night. *closes the door*

Steven: I ain't giving up. *knocks on another door*

Woman: *snoring loudly in bed, and doesn't hear the knocking*

Steven: Darn it!

Ken: *hisses* Steven, get back here!!

Steven: Uh oh..... *walks back towards Ken*

Ken: What do you think you're doing, knocking on someone's door?! Stay away from people you don't know! Get back inside, now!

SkittishReflections: *wakes up* What in tarnation is going on?

Ken: I caught Steven knocking on someone's door! Someone, he doesn't know!

SkittishReflections: Steven, you know better than to talk to strangers! I'm sorry, but it's time for the pen! *gets up, and looks through her purse, and gets the pen*

Steven: No! Please!!!

SkittishReflections: Too late! *sucks Steven into the pen*

Steven: Sorryyyyyyyy!!!!!! *getting sucked into the pen*

SkittishReflections: *puts the pen back in her purse, and goes back to sleep*

Ken: *sleeping and snoring*

SkittishReflections: *sleeping and snoring*







This story was written on Saturday, August 7th, 2021.

A/N Steven, use your brain, next time! You got no business, trying to talk to people, you hardly know! 🙄 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.

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