The Plan

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3 weeks ago

The iphone was ringing to the usual iphone tune. Iris picked it up and answered. "Wadhuupp?" She said. "What are you eating dude?" Asked her best friend Matt. They had been best friends since Iris moved to Manhattan in 2005 when both were five years old. They went to the same school and lived just a few blocks away. They were exeptionally close and used to always stand by each other no matter what. "Nutella dipped in biscuit." She answered licking her fingers. "You mean 'biscuit dipped in nutella' " He said. "Umm no mister know it all i mean what i said" she teased him. "You know I've always wondered where your thick 'abhrithish aacsent' goes when you're eating" He said laughing. "You've said that about 500 times enough already Matt and that is a very bad impersonation of a British accent." She said clearly irritated. " 'Impersonation' " He copied her accent. "How do you even use that kind of word in a casual convo with your best friend mate? And you've said that 500 times as well miss. Anyways I called to ask if the plan is on." He said keeping his voice low. "Absolutely. Today. 9pm sharp. In Mr. Jones's backyard. Jim and Carter will be there right?" She said. "Ya they confirmed so its on..we will do it this time." He said reassuringly. She bit her lip. "Yes we will bye Matt." she whispered holding the bedsheet tightly. Clearly this was important and she was nervous yet determined.

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