Cute chapter ahead. \(^~^)/ - Carly Reed, aka TheWaffleHouse
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"They were all like, 'We can't promise anything. If what you are about to tell me is to extreme then a phone call must be made to notify your parents at least.' Like are you kidding me! I'm asking for your trust here stupid guidance counsellor! Why can't you just agree with me and let me pour my heart out for you!"
"You can pour your heart out for me."
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[ Wednesday, September 27, 2017. 11:54pm ]
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Dialing: 1-800-966-5496, The Teen Helpline:
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"Hello. Welcome to the Teen Helpli-"
"Talk."
"About what?"
"Anything."
"Seriously. These greetings are getting worse by the day. You should work on it."
"Yeah, yeah thanks. Hey Scott, whats up? Hey Evora. I'm good how about you? Oh, thanks for asking Scott, well i'm okay since your asking. Now please? Talk."
"Give her a round of applause ladies and gentleman! Now i'm slightly confused by your demand at the moment."
"Please just tell me a story. About anything."
"Oh, okay. Well let's see."
"Hurry up. Lunch is almost over."
"Oh. You're at lunch now huh?"
"Yes! Now god, just tell me a story. Please?'
"Fine, fine, fine. Once there was this girl. And she called this number that was supposedly supposed to help her with life issues."
"Alright. And what's this girl name?"
"Elora David. And Elora called and it was her first time calling. Fortunately she got the hot and smexy consultant that day."
"Oh yeah? And whats the guys name?"
"Scoot Matters."
"Wow. That is very.. huh.. unique."
"Thank you. Now don't interrupt my story."
"My bad. Continue."
"Anyways, she called back multiple times. Every time she asked for something different. Advice, help, or a story."
"A story? This random girl asked the smexy consultant for a story? Wow I think we could be best friends me and this Elora girl."
"Hush now child. The story is not done yet."
"Yup, my bad again. Go on."
"Well anyways, even though this was far in the future, Scoot Matters could tell that Elora was unique. She was different from the rest of hormonal teens that call."
"Are you calling me hormonal?"
"Yes. Now shut up."
"..."
"But Elora kept calling. Almost everyday. It was like a ritual at this point. And every time she called, Scoot would be there."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And I think somewhere along the line in this story, they become best friends."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
"Well my lunch bell just rang but I wanna hear more about the characters you've got going on here."
"Alright. Till tomorrow, Elora David."
"Till tomorrow, Scoot Matters."
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*Squeals* cuteness overload. WaffleHouse shut down. Oh god. Does anyone understand the ending? Yes? No? Gaahhhhhhh... screw it. Anyways this is a somewhat mushy chapter. Mostly a distraction from studying for a Geography test tmrrw. I should probably study, shouldn't I? Yeah. Yeah I should. \(^~^)/ - Carly Reed, aka TheGirlWhosGunnaFailGeography
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