Chapter nine

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We were in the center of ‘Lamewood’ or that’s what I call it.

I’ve always wished that something exciting will happen here, like pretty little liars, I meant they were in a small town called Rosewood and there was this Alison girl who went missing and all, it’s more a fiction story than a realistic one that’s for sure, but sometimes I wanted to be involved in a crime and disappearing cases and other time I wanted to be the missing person.

At night you can noticed there are teen adults AND adults more than old people have been walking in the street, while things turned upside down in the morning.

I felt sick of the idea of growing up here and end up like them, even though I’m started to be like them.

It’s getting hard to imagine what I will become in the next coming years, plus it’s really too soon to think about being old with white hair and wrinkles all over my face but I can’t help it.

-Things that teen adults/adults do in this town:

1- Getting drunk.

2- Work.

3- Getting drunk

-Things that old people do in this town:

1-    Gossiping.

2-    Playing bingo.

3-    Comparing grandchildren to each other’s.

4-    Complaining about how annoying adults are.

5-    Complaining about bingo.

6-    Complaining about T.V.

7-    Complaining about technology.

8-   Complaining about mail man.

9-   Complaining about bills 

10- Complaining about life.

11-  Complaining about the universe.

12-   Complaining about complaining.

Thinking about it… old people are more interesting than us. Oh and death is close to them.

“I think it will be easier if you choose where to go first, anything is fine with me” Adam said pulling me out of my thoughts.

We ended up going to the cinema, the only cinema we have in this town and of course it showed old movies… not extremely old.

“So ZombieLand, A little bit of heaven or the grudge?” he glared at me.

“I don’t know I like them all” I mumbled.

 Honestly I wanted to see a little bit of heaven. But I know that I would end up crying when Marley Corbett died so I stayed silent.

“The grudge?” he questioned me.

“It’s a good horror movie but I would like to sleep tonight” I replied.

“Me too” he agreed.

“Well, I don’t like Emma Stone but if you want to watch…”

“WHAT” I yelled and everyone stared at me. Awkward.

“You don’t like Emma stone?” I whispered “your dumb, a real dumb”

“Yea but if you want to watch ZombieLand that’s fine, really” he said.

“Nah, you don’t like it, no need to watch it”

Since when I started to care about what Adam’s liked and didn’t like?

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