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Author: TokyoGal13
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General/Humor - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-13-07 - Updated: 09-13-07 - Complete - id:2414587

Eavesdropped conversations

My name is Anna Sato, HPA student and eavesdropper extraordinaire. Now, you might be asking yourself, "hmm…, I wonder what kind of conversations she may hear, since she is an eavesdropper by trade? And how do I know that I'm getting my money's worth?"; well, you don't have to wonder any longer. Here are 4 premium eavesdropped conversations from my archives on September 11, 2007. Remember, any of these conversations as well as any that you may need me to apply my extraordinary skills to hear are 1.25 plus tax.


Number 1: Eavesdropped conversation between(my) mother and younger sister. My younger sister is sitting at the dining table while my mother is on the computer in the living/dining area.

"Mom?" my sister said in a small voice.

"Yes?" my mother sighed.

"A bunch of people said that the world is going to end today." My sister said, sounding frightened. My mother snorted.

"No mom, seriously. Even some of the teachers said it yesterday." My sister insisted.

"What were their exact words?" my mother said tiredly.

"Well, they said that some people were saying that the world is ending today…"

"So is that actually saying that the world is going to end today?" my mother said, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"No." came the muttered reply.

"What was that?"

"No, but still! How do you know that?" my sister burst out.

"We don't. But if it is the end of the world, we're all going to die anyway, so what's the point in worrying about it. When it's your time, it's your time. Now would you stop being ridiculous and eat your breakfast?" my mother said exasperatedly. This was a very familiar scenario. My sister sank down into her chair, defeated, lazily picking up the gloppy oatmeal with the spoon and plopping it back in the bowl.

"EAT!" my mother said.


Number 2: Conversation between two friends, named Chris and Conner. Each are 14 years old and are sitting on a school bus.

"Dude, guess what?" Conner called out to Chris, who was sitting across the row from him.

"What?" Chris yelled out, trying to be heard over the whoosh of the wind and the incessant chirping of the two girls behind them.

"My sister broke her finger!"

"Your list wrote a wringer?" Chris asked, confused. There was a pause as Connor waited for a lull in the din.

"No, my sister broke her finger." He finally got out. Chris nodded his head.

"Do you like pie?" Chris asked.

"What?" Connor replied; it was his turn to be confused.

"Look, there's a rainbow!"Chris said brightly.

"Huh?" Connor said, still puzzled

"I'm really tired." Chris continued on, sinking into his seat.

"Ooo-k then." Connor said with an eyebrow up.

"I'm hungry too. Anybody got any food? Oh man, I need to go to the bathroom. I wonder if they could stop the bus. Hehe, I bet the driver would get mad. It's really hot. I'm tired." Chris said, bouncing up and down on his seat and looking around wildly. Connor just stared.

"Dude. What's. Going. On." Connor said flatly, starting to be a bit scared for his friend.

"Well, see, Dani says Anna's copying down OUR CONVERSATION, and I wanted to make sure it was INTERESTING ENOUGH!" Chris said loudly.

Oh my. I've been caught! ABORT!


Number 3: Conversation between a 5 year old girl (Maile) and her mother.

"Mommy." Maile said, looking up at her and smiling

"Yes, Maile." Her mother said, smiling back.

"I'm gonna run, m'kay?" Maile said happily

"You're gonna run?"

"Mm-hmm."

"How far?"

"Umm… up to that…tree. See that tree over there, the green one? I'm gonna run to it, ok? I'm gonna run up to it, ok Mommy?"

"Ok. Go ahead." Her mother replied. Maile, however, stayed exactly where she was.

"Maile?"her mother asked, confused.

"Mommy?" Maile said, looking up at her with that unblinking stare that young children seem to have down.

"Well, aren't you going to run?" her mother said. Maile scrunched up her face for a moment, apparently deep in thought.

" No. I'm tired. I wanna go home." Maile said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Silly Mommy, I just said that!" Maile said with a giggle as she skipped back towards home.


Number 4: My best friend (Dylan) talking to her father, trying to get him out of the room as soon as possible so that she can get back on the phone.

"Anu?" her father said. This was her middle name, and only her parents used it.

"Ya?" Dylan replied, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen.

"Is your homework done?"

"Ya."

"Did you feed the dog?"

"Yep."

"The cat?"

"Yeppers."

"Did you let the dog out?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your chores?"

"Yes."

"Are you doing anything illegal?"

"Yes, dad-wait-w-wait, what?" Dylan said, confused. Her dad grinned at her.

"Caught you." He said with a smirk.

"Whatever." She said.

"You're no fun." Her dad said in reply as he shut the door.

"We are not related."

So, that was interesting, wasn't it? I bet that you want to know more about what I hear, huh? Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to pay. What do you think I am, a saint, or something. Anyway, if you are interested in the conversations that others have when you're not around, I have hundreds of "convo files" in my archive, or if you need to hear what someone else is saying, I can be commissioned for a surcharge of 25 cents. For more information, or if you would just like to know how on earth I can do what I do, just call 1-808-878-8743. And Remember… no matter where or who you are, someone's always listening.



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