As with before, this is a unique chapter. This one gets a little trickier though. Bold writing is main character speaking. Italics is secondary character speaking. And for third character speech, it will be regular writing but it will have asterisks beside it.
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It was a cold winter morning out in le Edmonton, Canada. Le moi had just arrived early for le job at the local Target store.
"Husayn," my boss yelled, calling me by my last name. Ugh, I hated when he did that because Husayn is my father's name and being a girl, I'd really prefer not to be called such.
"Mr. Roger," I spoke, not bothering to turn around lest he see the annoyed look on my face. "Would you please consider calling me by my first name?"
"Oh uh, right, Ilum?"
"Ilham."
"Right, right. Well I need you to stock those shelves and clean up on aisle 13, and get a move on, opening is in 10 minutes."
"Yes sir." As Mr. Roger walked away I sighed. I was already exhausted and I just knew today was going to be a tiring day. I got to stocking the shelves so I could hurry over to clean the aisle. Mr. Roger had a bad habit of constantly nagging people to do things without giving them a chance to finish and I was not in the mood to hear his hoarse voice yelling at me all day.
Yes, this is the humble life of your beloved hero. I'm not some rich genius with a cool secret lair. I'm not some poor orphan with no family. In fact, quite the contrary; I come from a large family with so many brothers and sisters it's hard to keep track sometimes :P I-
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who's this?
What the heck?!
Who's this and what the heck is going on here?
Uh... I'm Ilham and what do you mean what's going on? Who are you?
I'm Hasan, and I mean what're you doing?
Introducing myself, duh.
Um, yeah, see this is supposed to be our story, and we were actually just getting to a really good part. Like, you can't just hop in here talking about your boring life and stuff; we were about to have some serious action go down.
Get out of here! You had your chapter, now it's my turn.
Hubaybah, can you believe this??
Who's Hubaybah?
Don't worry about it. Get out of our story.
It's my turn bro, you had last week's chapter.
*She's right Hasan. Just leave her alone and let her do her thing.*
Thank you sister.
*No problem :) *
What the heck. We're allowing this? Writers, help me out here! Kick her outta our story!
*Come on Hasan, let's get going now.*
No I don-
*I'll tell everyone what your childhood nickname was if you don't shut up and come along now!*
Shutting up.
Whew. Thank you sister.
*No problem. Salaam.*
