Why was I here? I hate party's, I'm totally over this. Pat blobson had invited me to one of his renown parties. Most girls would be honoured to be invited. Getting to be with all the cool kids and dancing to the groovy choons.
I sat there sipping a cup of an alcoholic beverage. I was in the kitchen where some snacks were laid out. Thinking about it I was starting to get a little hungry. I looked closer at the snacks; crisps, nuts (pistachios) and sweets.
I suddenly felt a presence behind me.
I slowly turned me head. The kitchen light making me squint. My eyes adjusted and I saw a sight that made my heart skip a beat.
An olive.
One lone oil covered olive.
Plump, juicy.
I gasped. Quickly covering it up with a cough, hoping the olive didn't hear.
He did, I could tell.
Our wonderful encounter abruptly ended. A teen specimen swaggered in.
'Hey girl' it spoke. I was not impressed. I shrugged it off hoping it would clear off.
'Well okay then' it muttered, noticing my unimpressed look.
It staggered closer to the olive. My breathe hitched. No! Don't hurt the
olive. Luckily the teen walked past me and grabbed a handful of chips before leaving. 'Thank god' I spluttered.
It was just me and the olive.
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RomansaA heartfelt novel where man and olive kind are together. A young girl who's heart had been shattered too many times finally meets the love her life. Emma is so certain oliver is the one, yet he is so emotionally confusing. He may be a mere olive to...
