Blondie Brownie

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PLEASE READ IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END.

You have six new voicemails.

"Hey Ashley, it's Maia. My mother got out of the hospital today. She's fine. Where are you? Are you sick? Have you got chicken pox? I heard it's been going around. Drink some soup and get better, okay? Can I come visit? I've got the chicken pox vaccine, promise. I'm sure you're getting bored. Are you really sick?"

"Hey Ashley, you don't have something more serious, do you? Ashley are you going to die? Stop hiding and face me, you cowardly goat! Okay, that was totally unnecessary. But seriously, why the hell didn't you reply to my last message. Why aren't you picking up your phone? Is your phone broken? No, of course it's not. SO WHY ARE YOU IGNORING US? Sorry, I'm guessing you're flinching and holding the phone away from your ear now. That is, if you're even listening."

"Is it AIDS? Who did you have unprotected sex with, missus? What were you thinking? I thought you were better than that! What about Marcus, Ashley? I thought you liked him. PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE RIGHT NOW AND TELL ME YOU DON'T HAVE AIDS. We won't judge you forever promise. Okay, how bout this? We'll judge you behind your back. Capisce? Now call me."

"Ashley, this is Marcus. Are you alright? Are you hurt? Has something happened? Did we do something? Talk to us, Ash. We miss you."

"WHAT PART OF CALL ME DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"

"You don't have AIDS, do you? Well, that's embarrassing..."

So guys, IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.

I'm thinking of entering Cookies and Cream in the Wattys 2015. What do you guys think? Should I do it? Would you vote for my story?