Ch. 1- Paul's Pizza Palace

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My fingers tapped out a rhythm on the hard wood on my desk, near the old black-red-and-white keyboard, and I blew out a breath in frustration. Stupid computer. Why don't you work for me? You work for my brother, but not me? Ungrateful computer. I bought you!

I was trying to buy tickets to London, England, so I could get away from that madness that was my family. Sure, I loved them, but my parents fighting constantly was too much to handle. You probably think I'm a weak little pansy now, don't you. But how would you like it if your parents were fighting constantly, whether you're there or not? Wasn't the divorce supposed to help that?

I don't know. That wasn't my problem. What my problem is that the COMPUTER won't work so I can buy the airplane tickets! AARGGGHH. Little ungrateful waste of- Yay! It's working now! I love you computer.

Bipolar much? Probably.

I bought the first tickets I saw, which were decent seats on the plane. "Yes!" I screamed, punching the air. I started to do the Gangam Style dance (which I did to perfection, by the way), and picked up the phone that was on the desk. Dialing my friend Rhianna's number, I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello, Paul's Pizza Palace, you want your usual, Olivia?"

I hung up. I forgot that was on speed dial number one, and not Rhianna. I dialed again, making sure it was the right number.

"'Sup, my fellow bag of pudding? You get the tickets for me and Kate too? I gave you the money, right?"

Don't ask. She's just special. Oh, and Kate was our other friend who was also in on the plan. "Yeah, you did," I answered. "And I got them!"

"Yay!" She screeched. "We gotta call Kaitlyn!"

I could hear her doing...something in the background. "Rhianna," I asked her slowly.

"Mmhmm?"

"May I ask you what the hell you're doing?"

"I'M MAKING CELEBRATORY PIE!" She screamed in my ear through the phone. Oh. I really don't know how to answer that... I guess that was how she felt when I told her about Bob.

Bob was the little man in my head who says random things, and then those things come out of my mouth. For any of you Potterheads out there, he reminds me of Snape, except a lot more... fun and random, I guess. He's from Kentucky, though!

"OLIVIA!" Rhianna screamed again. Oh, right. She's still here. "Yepperdoodles?" I replied.

"Did you get an apartment?"

Oh shizzle. I forgot. "That's okay, Livi. I got one! I thought you'd forget..."

"Yay! Thanks! Oh, can you call Kate for me and tell her everything?"

"Yeah! Sure thing. The plane is for tomorrow at five p. m., right?" She said. "Did you stalk me, Rhi?"

"Yeah... Okay bye!"

She hung up. She really did stalk me! That little rainbow! I dunno... But I guess I'll pack now...

A/N: Hiya guyses! I'm sorry if this is cruddy, but I wrote this at a volleyball game! So...lets say... 2 votes for the next chappie as soon as I can? Kay! Toodleoo... Until next time, dearies! 😜

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