A modern Christmas Carol

ok this is dickins A Chirstmas carol. but with a modern twist.

Abby Smith awakes to her "pass time" as a reality. she sees her past present and future will she turn from her selfish ways?

Chapter 1: marley and me

‘Marley was dead to being with.’ Abby smith read. She looks at her phone: no calls no message, Bobbie was late. Abby was not a patient girl, she had o time waiting for late pupils. Bobbie finally walked though the doors of the public library franticly.

“Sorry I know I'm late.” Said Bobbie

“Yes, 20 minuets late to be exact." Good to know these tutoring classes are important to you,” Snapped Abby. “I pasted the time with A Christmas carol. That shows how bored I was I read fiction.”

“I love A Christmas Carol,” Replied Bobbie with a smile. Abby did not smile.

“You do relies we are going to work late because of your abscess.” Before Bobbie could object babies phone rang. Abby looked to see a picture her smiling cousin on the screen. “Hello frank.” She answered.

“Cause, Marry Christmas” frank said on the other end.

“I hope you called for more of a reason than that.” Abby said crossly.

“What is a better reason to call then to wish my favorite cousin a marry Christmas. I think it is a vary legitimate reason o call and I say god bless it!”

: good buy frank I’m tutoring at the moment.”

“Marry Christmas bob-" CLICK the last half of franks message was lost when Abby hung up.

   Bobbie and Abby did as she said they worked later then usual. When they finally finished Abby said, “Ok. You can come over to my house tomorrow so we can continue.”

“Tomorrow? You can’t be serous.” Bobbie protested.

“Why would I not be?” asked Abby.

“Well you know its Christmas day tomorrow, a time of rest and fun, plus I’ve all ready made plains”

“Ha. Christmas is just a poor excuse for dulling the mind. Until new years” Abby scoffed.

“Abby please…” Begged Bobbie.

“Fine we don’t have to meet tomorrow.” Abby caved.

    That night Abby’s parents had and annual Christmas party to go to Abby was felt alone on Christmas Eve reading a Christmas Carol. Then she heard a knock at the door.

‘May I help you?” She said as she answered it.

“Well only if you are Abby smith.” Asked the bald man at the door. He was dressed as though I worked at a layers office

“I am.”

“O good. I’m Jacob Marley, with Marley’s Happy Holidays Foundation. You may have heard of my bother Esau's company but his holiday is Easter mine is Christmas. Mind if I come in?”

“Yes I do mind.” And Abby closed the door in his face. But that did not stop Marley no, he walked right though the door and next to Abby and said “boo!” Abby screamed in terror. “Ha-ha scared the Dickens out of you didn’t it?” cried Marley. “Ha-ha get it dickens ah I crack my self up sometimes.” He said wiping a tear from his eye. Dickens that is when it clicked: Marley, walking though doors, Christmas Eve.

 “You are the Marley from the. But you can’t be real. No I fell a sleep reading that’s it and now I’m dreaming it, that’s what I get for reading fiction.” Abby ranted.

“FITCION? Who said A Christmas Carol was Fiction? Its truth. Who do you think the book was based on? Hmmm. Give up? Ole’ Chuck him self. He was Scrooge. I came up with the name my self.”

“So does that make you Marley?”

“As you kids say uh duh!”

“But you look nothing like him. Carrying chains in transparent madder is so 1800’s I like this high tic look way better. He lifted his paints leg to revel an ankle bracelet people wear when they are under house arrest. “You would be comprised how heavily it can bear. “He said wearily.  But your chain is one that well keeps you from joy and true happiness in living and death. Any time you are subjected to joy you are pulled away by your ankle bracelet. Ones of cores you change. And my three friends well help you. Expect the fist when Saved by the Bell comes on.” With that he vanished.