L u k e
The next day was not as good as the previous one.
I was running late again and I looked like complete trash.
"Slackerrrrr..." Michael called as I walked up to unlock the door. I could tell he was annoyed with me. However, I needed to find some sort of happiness out of talking with Michael because it's my only hope. Nothing's going my way today, and it's making me upset.
"How are you, Michael?" I asked, and looked over at him as we walked in.
"Doesn't matter." He mumbled.
Is he gonna ask me how I am? Is he gonna let me spill the truth about how stressed out I am? Is he gonna listen to me, and then tell me it's alright?
Nope.
"Sorry for being late again." I said, and looked over, hoping he would talk to me. The longest conversations I have had recently are with Siri.
But he didn't answer. He just went in a separate direction.
"See you later, Michael!" I said, but he just kept walking away from me.
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creation // muke
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