who am I (a roller coaster ride) #wattys2016

Chapter Nine

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To my amazing readers, thank you!!!!!
With your encouragement the story now has 400+ reads and 100+ votes, and It's getting me really excited. So, as a thank  you and an excuse for not posting new chapters for two weeks, starting the last week of July, I'm having a chapter posting marathon. Meaning, one update, four  chapters and maybe five, hopefully, before I leave for vacation. So pleaseeee, keep the votes and comments coming, I'd really love to hear your opinions. Plus, the more support you give me, the more encouraged I get, and am able to write more.

This chapter's song is

Shake it Out by Florence and the machine

"Life is not about the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away" -Will Smith

Enjoy the Chapter guys -Rose :)

One day left

"Did you get the girl?" He interrogated harshly.

"Not yet, because the job is tougher than I thought." He replied, determination laced his words.

"When I hired you, I thought I'd be receiving results not excuses." He looked like he was about to commit a crime right then and there.

"I'm aware and I'm a man of my words. Simply have patience. No need for me to tell you that it's the key to success." He retorted confidently,  without faltering with his speech even though that guy was the spitting image of terrifying.

"Enough with the gift-card quoting, I need you to give me a date or the big boss won't be happy." He said sternly.

"Just give me one day and I will commence my mission." He said.

"Fine, you got 24 hours and if you fail..." he was interrupted.

"I won't."

"Very well. I'll be off." He gave him one last glare as he left.

I took this moment to uncover my hiding spot, walk up to him and ask "What was that all about? Who's this."

"No one we need to waste our lunch period over, let's go." He said as he guided me towards the exit and I didn't argue.

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I was feeling so sick yesterday, since I cried all night, that I couldn't even go to school, which of course worried my friends to a really bad point, since I never take sick days. Their attempts, however, were far from  helping me recover! I love them to death and all, but I swear, if I heard another Ting, indicating a message arrival on my Samsung, I'm going drop my mobile in the toilet and watch it drown.

I know they were trying to be supportive, but I don't think support means calling me every 15 minutes with a "Are you okay? Are you sure you're okay? Are you positive you're fine?" interrogations. I wasn't ignorant when it came to vocabulary, thank you very much. I seriously couldn't believe it, but I think I'm starting  to hate the song "Am I Wrong", which was my ring tone. 

Nah, who am I kidding, I'll never hate that song.

 Three words, that might send the image of my situation into someone's mind . I. killed. someone.Or I guess it's more of a something. I murdered my spongy, delicious friends.  I burned my pancakes, for the very first time, tragic I know. No need to tell that murder is a crime. I was too preoccupied with Steph's guilt trip to herself on how much of a horrible friend she is , because she let me get sick  to actually pay attention to the stove.