So yeh..this is Charlotte's part :)
enjoyyyy :D
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I stared at the blank page in frustration. I looked around to see paper strewn across my desk and floor and my hair in a greasy mess. My back and head ached from spending so many hours hunched over my laptop. Sure I tried reading a few of my favorite books, watching a few movies, just trying to relax and find inspiration and yet here I am one month away from the due date of my 100,000 word creative piece which makes up for 50% of my overall grade. Failing this piece would pretty much guarantee the failure of this class and the thought of repeating this year sent shivers through my spine. Never had I had such a severe writer’s block, especially under so much pressure. Normally I would sit down and my fingers would begin flying across my keyboard and I would be done with the entire assignment in one day, and yet here I was, stuck at this same blank page for the past 3 weeks; the small blinking line in the top left hand corner of the page carelessly taunting my inability to write.
My mother’s disapproving tone returned to my mind; her voice dripping with disappointment when she found out that I had chose to major in English rather than business, as she wanted. She told me I’d come to a point where I wouldn’t be able to write and would fail my entire course, and I had scoffed at her words, as the young, foolish me had put all my confidence in the English language.
I ran my fingers through the tangled mass I call my hair and tried to recall the last time I had washed it. I made a mental note to remind myself to take a shower before I went to bed. I took a deep breath and stared at the blank screen once more.
*knock knock
The sudden loud noise jerked me awake as I looked around disorientated. Had I fallen asleep at my desk again?I tried turning my head, but the pain that accompanied the action stopped my immediately. Clearly I had slept in an awkward position which resulted in a painful knot in my neck.
*knock knock “Char! Open up!!! Are you dead or something?”
The familiar voice of my best friend Cady rang through the door. “I’m alive! Not to worry!” I shouted as I stumbled to the door and flung it wide open. “Aw dammit, I really wanted your TV, mine’s all screwed” Cady joked as she flopped down on my couch. “Damn, what happened to you? You’ve got keyboard prints on your cheek and my God you reek! When was the last time you cleaned this apartment and took a shower?”
“I uh, I fell asleep on my laptop I guess, and I honestly don’t know.”
“Oh, well I hope you saved your work! Remember the last time I felt asleep on the ‘delete’ key and I had to write the entire essay again? God that was bad.”
“Yeah well, there wasn’t anything for me to delete” I mumbled and sat down next to her.
“Dude, seriously? You’re still hitting the wall with the essay?”
“aw…gimme a break. You finished yours 2 million years ago! I’m so screwed for this stupid thing! I honestly think I should have done business instead of English. At least then I could entertain my puny mind with guys in suits, walking around all business-like and shit. We’ve only got guys who think they’re either incredible intellectuals or overgrown emos who still write poems about their sucky life.”
“Well, Char, I’m glad you didn’t do business, because then you would have never met me…and Jacob, who is by the way neither an up-himself-wannabe intellectual OR an overgrown emo. Perfect dontcha think?” She said and winked at me.
See, I’ve had a crush on Jacob since orientation. His deep brown eyes that screamed sensitive guy captured my heat immediately. However, it was the day he read out his heart wrenching piece about the death of his childhood pet-a dog named Goober- that I truly fell in love with him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely working on actually speaking to him, it’s just at this point I don’t want him to have a bad first impression of me. Which is why, I’m constantly working on an intellectual comment I can casually throw his way, which would result in us having a deep conversation on the matters of the world, which would cause him to realize that I’m his soul mate, which would then lead to wedding bells and a bunch of kids and Goober the second. But until then, I will focus on coming up with that intellectual comment and finishing this assignment.
Obviously, Cady has been bugging me about him from the day I told her about my little crush on Jacob, but I’m pretty sure that she’s close to giving up on me since it’s been close to 3 years since my feelings for him developed and I haven’t done squat. Then again it’s easy for her, since she’s 5’6’’ with long legs, blonde hair and absolutely stunning. Not to mention smart, funny and down-to-earth. She’s pretty much who I wish I was, and every straight man’s dream. So she clearly has no troubles in her love life, as opposed to my non-existent one. This then reminds me that aside from having to finish my assignment and worry about an intellectual line to throw at Jacob, I also need to worry about my ticking biological clock. I mean, I’m not old or anything, but I’m certainly not getting any younger. And though I hope that my intellectual statement would be so mind blowing that Jacob would demand my hand in marriage right then and there, I’m sensible enough to know that it would be quite impossible. So realistically speaking we would get married about 2-3 year after being in a relationship and then probably another 2-3 before actually having children because I certainly don’t want to have screaming miniature beasts the moment we’re blissfully married, and well ruin the bliss, which would therefore mean that it would take about 4-6 years before I actually want to have children, which obviously means that I better start going out with Jacob NOW before he either decides to go out with some other absolutely gorgeous smart girl, or my biological clock expires and we have no children. Oh God this is stressful!! What about the assignment and my writer’s block! Argh! I’m so screwed!!!
“hello? HELLOOOO??? CHARLOTTE ANNE REDWIG!!! ARE. YOU. THERE? Or have you been abducted by aliens and this is merely your outer shell holding all your insides together?” screamed Cady as she waved her hands in front of me.
“Oh what? Yeah sure, definitely abducted by aliens” I said whilst trying to grab her hands to stop her waving, “Stop waving wouldya? Its making me dizzy”
“Pfft…you were thinking about Jacob, your biological clock and your intellectual comment again weren’t you?” she said whilst still waving her hands in front of my face. Clearly enjoying the annoyance she was creating within me.
“What? No…I was thinking about my assignment, which uh, I now have inspiration for!! So uh…you have to leave now!!!” I said whilst pushing her towards the door.
“Oh please, you were thinking about what Jacob, the intellectual comment and your biological clock again. Your face was all scrunched up and stressed looking…the exact same way it looks when you think about those three things. So there…you know I’m right. BYE!” she shouted as I slammed the door shut.
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so yeahh...I hope you guys kind of get an idea of how we're going about this story and if you dont...well read on and maybe at one point or another you'll get it :) in which case you don't...then well...just enjoy each chapter? haha...kidding...I'm sure you guys are all smarter than you look :P
Much Love,
Priya and Alicia.
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