Imagina Shorts #315
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Ri-ri-ri-ri-ring! Somehow it was out of tune. It also came from the other room, but still; alarm clock is alarm clock.
Nina: ...
Right. It's the first day of school too in Villa Concea.
Nina: ...
Nina prepared herself for school. That's what kids do, right?
Nina: *opened the fridge*
There are none but cold wind.
Nina's father: Why are you clothed like that?
Nina: ... school?
Nina's father: No! I didn't enroll you this year! Such a waste of money. Here! *threw coins at Nina's face*
Ouch! The coins scattered on the floor. Some of them are spinning too!
Nina's father: Your budget for the day! Heh. If you can count!
Nina: ...
Nina's father is set up to go to work(?).
Nina: ...
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• 8:48 a.m.
Nathan: What?!
Nina: yeah
Nathan: Well, that sucks
Nathan: What are you gonna do now?
Nina: eat
Nathan: Oh
Nathan: You have something to eat tho?
Nina: none
Nina: frigid empty
Nathan: oh
Nina: papa scatterd coin on floor
Nathan: oh
Nathan: Ill be right there
Nathan: maybe
Nathan: I'm in the middle of class
Nathan: Theacher gone mad!
• 9:53 a.m.
Nathan: Just buy something with that coins for now, kay?
Nina: okay
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Nina went to the nearest... uhh... she also doesn't know what she's looking for and the places near her, so... Oh! She found a bakery!
Nina: ... (colorful yums.)
Bakery Cashier: Hello. What do you want?
Nina: ...? that.
Bakery Cashier: Oh. How many?
Nina: ... (many?) much.
Bakery Cashier: Uh. How many of that bread?
Nina: (one, two, three, four, five...) t-ten.
Bakery Cashier: Oh. All of them? Okay.
The... Do you call this cashier or something? He put that one type of bread on a paper bag.
Nina: *places coins on the counter, grabs the paper bag, and left*
Bakery Cashier: Oh. Coins? Let me see... (two, four, six, eight, ten... wait a minute.) This is just sixteen! ... Sigh... Regor.
Nina is back to home with the same type of bread.
Nina: *is eating bread* yum...
The paper bag has also fallen off, throwing some of the bread out on the table.
Hm. Our little shapeshifter here is enjoying its bread.
Nathan: *knock-knock-knock*
Nina: *opens the door*
Nathan: Good noon! ...
Nina: ...
Nathan: ... (Ufff...)
Nina: hm?
Nathan: Ah. I just thought you always hate it when I visit you. You'd say something like "why are you here?" or "you could've just chatted me".
Nina: do I say that?
Nathan: Yeah. That's what Nina I know.
Nina: ...
Nathan: Can I get in?
Nina: y-yes.
Nina already ate five bread.
Nathan: So... It's been pretty bad, huh?
Nina: mhm.
Nathan: (Geez. I can't tell if Nina's alright or not about it. Introverts are such a hard book to read indeed.) But... we'd still be friends even you're a year late than me.
Nina: ... sure.
Nathan: Heh! That's what I promised ^-^
Nina's house is just unhygienic as neglect.
Nathan: ...
Nina: hm?
Nathan: N-Nothing. I'm just a bit sad.
Nina: ... sad?
Nathan: W-Why are you asking me? (Isn't she always sad or something like that?)
Nina: what is sad?
Nathan: Oh. Y'know. When you're a bit disappointed in reality.
Nina: ... why are you disappointed?
Nathan: Errr... Nothing much. Kinda want to... escape the hell out of this world... Somehow I think I understand you now.
Nina: oh?
Nathan: You always said that you want to go to outer space and live on a different planet. That sounds neat actually! ^-^
Nina: ... i always said that?
Nathan: Of course you do.
Nina: *grabbed another bread on the table*
That table had been there on the good times and bad times of this home.
Nina: yum.
Nathan: Oh. Right. I bought you a lunch actually! But it seems you're already eating bread so... you can eat it as your dinner... (if your dad didn't bought something for dinner... That possibility scares me.) *reaches Nina a plastic bag*
Nina: *places the lunch on the table* thank you.
Nathan: I should be going now! *headpats Nina* See ya!
Nina's messy hair got even messier.
Nina: ...?
You got yourself alot of free time, Nina. School really do make seven cruel hours of our life, huh?
Upon going back to Nina's room, she took a time to look around. "Nina..." That's been her name. "Who is Nina?" "What is Nina?" "What does she do?" "She always says that?" Her phone isn't that handling much answer about Nina's personality. Looking around more, Nina seems more like on raw reality side. Stickers and stuffs are around (not that much), and the are actually more books than games.
Nina: *pulls a drawer*
Clack. It is locked.
Nina: ...? (what is this?)
It is a padlock, Nina. Come take a look- oh. Nina inserted her clay-ish shifting finger inside the lock. Tick! The lock clicked.
Nina: *pulls open the drawer*
"Diary". It looks... okay?
Nina: *opens the pages*.
... Nod..... Nod... Nod-nod....... Maybe we shouldn't look at this.
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Imagina Shorts (Year 4)
Fiksi UmumYear 4 (Episode 301 - 400) You made us a story A palace if you think of it A paradise if you believe A poetry if you understand But I heard of that another place What do you call it? No... It doesn't matter I know where it is And I know where we are...
