Trial #9 {Challenge Accepted}

Day 18

Free write about your first protagonist (from Day 1) meeting the new character from Day 15.

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“Sam, this is Ginger,” my sister told me, gesturing to a woman in her late twenties, with, you guessed it, ginger hair. She wore a beige cardigan over a navy blue dress and sported cat-eye spectacles.

Spinster vibes? Hell yeah.

I had come to visit Deena at her new apartment. What I didn't know was that she already had a roommate staying with her. Interesting choice, though.

“Hey,” I told her, waving my hand at her.

“Hello,” she said, putting her hair back in a ponytail.

Hello? oKaY bAbY bOoMeR.

“Alright, I'll just go tell Dad that you've reached, why don't you two talk until then?” Deena told us, putting her thumbs up and running into the room.

Ginger took off her glasses, placed them on the table and walked into the kitchen.”Would you like something to eat, Sam?” she asked.

“Nah, I'm good".

I swear I saw her eye twitch when I said that.

She took a glass and filled it with some orange juice. I blanched at that, I hate orange juice out of all the fruit juices I've tried, which are Mango and Orange.

I don't think I need to tell you which one’s my favorite.

I settled down onto the couch, looking through my phone. Soon, I was procrastinating my time through Instagram. I still don't know why Deena doesn't like it. Apparently it gives her social anxiety, and that's unwanted tension in her life.

My sister likes telling everyone that she's the kind of person that likes living the hygge life. Hygge is a Danish word that represents happy and cozy feelings, pronounced Hoo-guh.l, if you didn't know. Anyways, she tells everyone that, but in reality, she's the most hot-headed and disorganized person I've ever met.

I mean, who keeps two different folders for the same subject and doesn't know about it?

Ginger sat down on the couch beside me, sipping her orange juice. Me, being the gentleman that I am, decided to ignore her and look through my Twitter feed next. 

I was reading through my followers' tweets when I came through a particularly funny one. I quickly typed up a reply with a small smile on my face. Because that's what you do, you see a funny tweet and transfer the laughter that should've come out of your mouth into your reply.

“May I know what you're doing right now, Sam?” Ginger asked from beside me.

Shit, for a second I thought it was Mom spying on me!

“Uh- yeah. I'm going through Twitter,” I told her. “Wanna take a look?”

“You know that it's ‘want to’ and not ‘wanna’, right?” she asked me.

“Yeah, of course,” I told her. Weirdo.

I titled my phone in a way that both of us could see the new tweets. I “liked" the funny tweets that came up, even Ginger laughed at a few of them.

Well, I wasn't prepared for some bonding here, but it looked like we were beginning to overcome the initial awkwardness, and that was good enough for me.

Until I started replying to some tweets.

“WAIT, SAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she practically screamed as I started replying to one of the tweets.

I admit I jumped at first. Then I took a good look at what I wrote.
“GoOd OnE bRo. I sWeAr y’All aRe geTtIng bEtteR at tHesE jOKes".

“What?” I asked her.

“Why have you written every single letter mixed up in uppercase and lowercase? That's grammatically incorrect. And ‘y’all’ is a colloquial word. That must be replaced with ‘you all’.

Is she kidding me right now?

“Look, Ginger, this is social media. No one cares about how I write. All they care about is the content,” I tell her in annoyance. 
“No! You're going to require these skills in your future! What if you actually type an email filled with such colloquial words!” she replied.

“Well, I'm not in the future now, am I? I'll think about it later, please let me reply in peace, Ginger,” I told her, ending our tiny argument.

“So, did you have a fun time talking to each other?” Deena asked us, coming out of the room.

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Me: Did you have fun talking to my brother, Ginger?

Ginger: I suppose it depends on your definition on fun.

Sam: No kidding. *mouthing to me* Is she mental?

Me: Sam, manners. She's really nice. You're just very annoying.

Sam: *under his breath* Traitor.

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Hope you had fun reading that! 😁😁
I was asked to free write, so I haven't made any edits whatsoever to this prompt. Bye guys!
Deena.

P.S. I still don't know wHy pEopLe WriTe LiKe ThiS.