Why? Why couldn't she sit somewhere else? He thought. Of all people, I was cursed. But that name. Charlotte Tims. Why did it sound so familiar? "Hello? Are you alive in there?" She waved her hand in his face."Hey! Are you listening to me?" "What? Yeah,yeah, sure. What's up?" Jackson turned his head, and Alice began to worry.
What if he figures out I'm not really Charlotte Tims? He won't, Alice. Just be natural. Even if he does, you'll never see him again. OK, let's do it! "My name is-" she hesitated. You can be her. Chill. "Charlotte Tims. What's your favorite color?" "Red." Jackson muttered. " Oh, that's nice. My favorite has to be- you know what, I can't say!" Alice evaded. She had to remember, Charlotte was a childish, but sometimes somber person, a delicate balance between erratic and serious. "Different question?" "Sure." He said, not really listening. "What's your story?" "Pardon me?" " Your story! You know, how has your life gone?" "Oh, I was born 27 years ago. I lived in Ontario, Canada for all of them. Way down in a little place called Arran County. I worked in an office for 6 years, so since I've been 21. I'm a just a lonely, brooding-prone screenwriter." "Oh. Wait? Did you say Arran!?" "Yes..." "I lived in Narra! The backwards version of Arran! How" Wait. Narra? Jackson tuned out Charlotte's voice. All of my stories are based in a 'Narra'. Isn't that funny...
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