"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out ." - Walter Winchell
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As soon as I get home , I head straight to the kitchen . I inhale the smell of spices that was lingering in the air . It seems like Ferguso is cooking some delicious Indian dish today .My stomach grumbles agreeing with my thought .
I walk to the fridge and pull its door open before grabbing a carton off apple juice to quench my thirst . I sit on the bar stool as I pour the juice in a glass . I sip the drink slowly , afraid of hurting my busted lips too much . I space out thinking about what I should do tonight . I don't exactly feel like doing anything regarding with school .
"Miss , you're home late today . Oh my ! What happened to your lips ? It's bleeding." My friend , Sarah says as she looks at me . She works here for my grandmother as long as I could remember . That's exactly why we are friends .
"Long day , long story . It's not that bad . I bumped into a car and yeah . Anyway , how may times have I told you to call me by my name ? You make me sound old and creepy."
"I've got all night except doing laundry and some other stuffs."
"Well, what I was implying is that I'm to lazy to tell a story tonight . Sorry ." I smile sheepishly while looking at her .
"Ah. Fine." With that , she walks away with a smile on her face .
"Forget about my mum coming home today . She isn't, like usual." I yell out loud.
I put my glass in the dishwasher before taking an escalator to get to my floor .
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The soothing smell of raspberry fills the air as I walk out of the jacuzzi in my bathroom . I feel so much more relaxed and fresh . I wrap myself in a towel and walk into my walk-in closet . The light automatically switch on by its own once I step in my closet .
After putting on a tank top and a short , I make my way in to my dressing room . God , which architect did my mum hire to make so many rooms in my room ? I hate walking from one place to another .
I climb on the chair of my vanity as it's quite high . I'm tall but still . I switch on my iPod and plug the headphone in to cease my boredom. The silence is getting eerie and eerier especially when it's raining . I tend to put my imagination into reality , thinking about how I am going to be attacked by paranormal creatures.
I play Canon in D by Pachelbel to spice up my night . I love listening to classical instrumental music . They hold so much meaning, not in words but emotions .
I switch a hair dryer on to blow dry my dripping , wet hair . With a click on its power button , the room is filled with a deafening sound as the dryer begins blowing my hair . I can barely listen to the music from my headphone so , I take it off .
I concentrate on drying my hair to avoid any mishap as my hair was stuck in the fan of the dryer once .
I hum the song that has been stuck in my mind while brushing my hair with a brush . All of a sudden , my eyes are blindfolded with what seemed like a pair of hands . I click the button off .
This is like in those freaking movies . I'm not quite sure about the genre though . Horror ? Romance ?
ZOMBIE IS HERE ! AND IT'S BLINDING ME! My mind just makes its choice . I locked the door , I don't think zombies are smart enough to unlock it even though they eat brains . Duh .
Wait , if it's not a zombie , who can it be ?
He can't be here . I think to myself as I put the dryer back on the vanity .
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