Day 2.
Clyde's Log: I am annoyed, hungry, and plotting revenge against Carter! He definetly took things too far this time. I had given up trying to escape. There were no ventalating systems, and not a single crack in the door to work off of. I will avenge my imprisonement!
Status: Trapped, hungry, lonely, and royally pissed off!
Goal: Kill the enemy.
Plan: Endless possibilities.
Possibilities:
Suffocate enemy in enemy's sleep.
Stab enemy to death.
Shoot enemy in the face.
Stone enemy to death.
Slaughter enemy using bare claws.
Sell enemy's soul to satan.
Throw enemy into a pit of vast quicksand.
Ditch enemy in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
Ditch enemy in the middle of a shark infested ocean.
Ditch enemy on a barren desserted island.
Tie enemy to the head of a rocket, without astronomical gear.
Plant a bomb under enemy's bed.
Make enemy listen to a Justin Bieber song.
Make enemy look at himself in the mirror.
The possibilities were endless, and it scared me a bit what my mind could come up with!
"Oh Clyyyde! I bare food!" yelled the enemy, returning from his trip to the cafeteria for breakfast.
When I woke up this morning, I found that the hole I had created was barred off with planks of wood neatly screwed into place. I damn the day Carter was born...
But he had left me a huge pitcher of room temperature water, so for that I was grateful. I had drank the whole think in bout a minute flat.
"Clyde?" he asked. I stayed silent. I decided that I was done talking to him.
"Clyde?" he tried again.
I responded with a shrieking silence.
"Are you dead?" he asked.
No, but you will be once I get out of here!!!!!!!!- I thought silently.
Carter chuckled. "If you get out of there!"
Did I say that out loud?!
"Yes, you did."
Stop speaking out loud, Clyde!!!!!
"Are you really yelling at yourself?" he asked incredulously.
SHUT UP, CARTER!!!!
"Its my cabin. I'll do what I want!" he said childishly.
Die, and rot deep in the pits of burning hell where you belong, you insufferable bastard! I hope you heard that! -I thought.
"What? No answer?" he asked mockingly.
Are you serious?! When I want him to hear me-
"I really think you should stop thinking out loud, Clyde..." he said.
Oh my God. All this isolation and starvation was making me crazy!
"Clyde, you were crazy before this whole situation." he said.
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The Badboy and the Prude
Teen Fiction-Discontinued- "C'mon, Clyde. You can't possibly not want me. I notice how you look at me when you think I'm not looking. I notice how you blush every time I mention you and me-" "Just stop it, Carter. I don't want you." I said, feeling my cheeks he...
