Strangers - a Book

Yogurt

'Will I meet my lover?

Will I experience passion with my soul mate?

Will I happen to fulfill the longing wish of discovering my one and only?

I like writing sentences. And then re-writing them with the exact same meaning just with more detailed words. I also like staying in, but mom treats me like a teenager who's going to turn out an introverted failure. I mean, she's not completely wrong; but she needs to know that Oliver is my shield from those introverted situations. More like a kidnapper that's taking away my happy times.

Maybe? Who cares? I'm hungry.'

I finally stepped out of my room after setting my pen down and knowing that I'm not going to find it after coming back. The fridge; as expected; was empty, entirely empty, again. Okay okay, not entirely, just lacking any edible material that I might consider consuming. Oliver always has this confused slash disappointed expression when I use one of my complex statements. Does she not understand? If dad doesn't help me out in publishing the next diary book I'm writing I'm going to seriously paint my door; something my parents consider as a HIGHLY rebellious act, completely unacceptable, totally unacceptable!

Is it that authors who write stories about imaginary people are good liars? They create entirely new characters, with entirely non-existent plots. It might be realistic fiction, but the authors themselves don't acknowledge the existence of these characters, do they?

But who am I kidding, when I'm one of these writers who adore creating new plots and writing them through first person point of view?

I called mom,

"Mom, where did you put the extra cash?" was literally the hello-less first sentence I told ma.

"Child, why for?" was surprisingly her response, she didn't fast-lecture me about greetings? It's probably because I used the word 'cash'.

"My stomach and intestines are experiencing a kind of aching hunger, can thou be of any assistance?"

She hung up!

Mother usually picks silence over speech when what the other side has said is, stupid. And after a lot of confusion and spam messages to ma, my neck turned right throughout the misunderstanding.

flashback "Ray honey, I left cash at the table! See you!" flashback

MOM!

I grabbed 15 bucks and quickly tied my converse shoe laces and reached the car. Too bad Liam screeched my name from the corridor.

"I SEE YOU'VE TURNED INTO A THIEF HUH?"

"QUIET LIAM, TELL NO ONE."

"OH I'M TELLING THEM ALRIGHT!"

God, I love you, but why do I have such an annoying brother?

I internally screamed a little then played fetch with my disturbing brother. He glared then shooed me away.

I strolled down the neighborhood with my tote heading towards that nearby minimarket. My tote has three cats, two happy cats with umbrellas and the other one is upset cause he doesn't have the rain-shade object.

Made me think, is the majority of the world delighted because they own what they need, and then what's left are the blue people that lack satisfaction? Is happiness determined by having what you need, or want? Is the majority of people greedy? And why didn't the two happy cats share their umbrellas with the sad one? They were small umbrellas, true...