"Get out of your room!", yelled my mom. "We need to pick up your brother!"
"You can go alone."
"No, you go with me. You need to get some fresh air."
"I have plenty in my room. Just need to open the window."
"Stop making excuses. Alright, I'll buy you some gummies on the way back."
At the word 'gummy', I immediately got up. I love gummies even more than cookies!
"Alright! I'll go with you! But don't forget to buy my favorites!"
We quickly got there and picked up my brother. He is in depression due to the fact that he and his girlfriend, well, I should say ex-girlfriend, broke up. They have been in a 4 years relationship, but she suddenly just said that she doesn't love him anymore. And to rub salt into the wound, she left the country not much time after. (No, she won't come back and it's not that cliché thing where she lied about not loving him in order to 'not break his heart' since she would be gone.) It was already his 7th time coming there, but nothing changed. Well, I hope he gets better soon. As we went to the reception desk, I saw my limited edition cookie standing proudly on the table. While nobody was watching, I grabbed one in each hand and started stuffing them in my mouth. Those were not the same that I brought, but I know that they come from the same brand, since I also saw them in the supermarket. They have pieces of fruit on top of the soft, vanilla cookie. I could finally try them because when I brought my cookies, I hesitated a long time choosing between those and the chocolate chips one. I ended up choosing the second one because I LOVE chocol- WAIT! Is she throwing them? How dare she!
"Um, excuse me. If you are throwing them, could I have them instead? It would be wasted anyway and I love those!", I said, in my most lovely voice ever.
"Those? But they are expired... Look, they even have mold on them. Blue, red, yellow.."
So that wasn't fruits? Suddenly, I felt my stomach hurting and growling. It wasn't a good sign.
"Hum, mom, I'll-I'll go to the toilet for a moment"
I knew where the washroom was situated because on the first day, my brother and I searched them for approximatively 30 minutes. I rushed in, found one and locked myself in as quickly as possible. I couldn't care less for people's opinion. Let them judge me if they want, but I just want to poop. After I was done and felt satisfied, I grabbed some toilet paper, or tried to. Big catastrophe! There weren't any! What do I do now?
"Hum... E-excuse me.. Could you pass me some toilet paper? I'll be really grateful.", I shyly asked my neighbour.
"No."
"Oh, please! I really need it! It would be REALLY kind of you!", I said in my most melodious voice ever.
"It's your problem. Why do you even have such a girly voice?"
"Why? I can't? And why do you have such a deep voice?", realizing how unusual it was for a girl. But... I shouldn't have judged her...
"I-I'm sorry if I had offended you."
Suddenly, I heard a door unlock and the sound of water.
"No, wait, don't go! I still need the paper! Where are you going? I need your help!"
This story is really turning weird..
