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I'm horribly sorry for any spelling or grammatical (big word!) errors that anyone may find, I'd blame the fact that I'm dyslesix, but I'm not...but its a good excuse that my english teacher accepts, so I'm gonna use it here! Wrote this after talking to my mum on the phone, i don't want a job dammit!! i like being a hobo...and as soo as i figure out how to put another chapter on...well i kinda gotta write the thing as well...i'll post again...woo yeah...hope someone reads this...
“Guess who I saw down at the shops?!” my mum asked
“Uh…Bigfoot…”
Insert unimpressed silence
“…Who?”
“Amber!”
“…annnnd…”
“She’s working at subway! Isn’t that so cool? And then I asked her about Hailey, you remember her? Amber’s sister? And Hailey works there too!!”
Eh, I think she wants me to be excited.
“Oh, isn’t that something…”
“I told her that you were thinking about getting a job an she was surprised you haven’t got one yet!”
Argh!! Yes I may have motioned it in passing that having a job would be good, but they just keep harping on and on about it! I may complain about my lack of money, but I’m not that bad dammit! I enjoy being a bum and mooching off my parentals!
“…right, can we please not talk about this now…I’m uh feeling a bit sick” yeah that’ll work, “and I don’t wanna contaminate the phone with germs and stuff…” I made my voice all rough and sickly sounding (bwahhhha)
“Alright sweetie, how’s your sister?” you mean Satan’s evil spawn in the form of a small ADHD girl?
“Oh she’s fine, been watching small fluffy animals dance around performing rituals that need blood sacrifice all morning…” I’ve been baby-sitting said little sister since 6am, it’s now 11am and I am starting to hallucinate from lack of sleep. My gods I love Donny Darko…
“…You’re not letting her watch your movies are you?!” mother dearest doesn’t like my choice in movies…happy tree friends didn’t agree with my sister. Jay has night terrors, or so mum thinks. I swear that woman reads too many books on child disorders.
“No mum, just normal Saturday morning cartoons like she always watches” I sigh, but it was soo much fun, I’m in the room next to Jay and I couldn’t hear her screaming, but mum and dad did…from the opposite end of the house. Damn now I’m sounding sadistic aren’t I? I’m not, I leave that up to Caley. No I just enjoy the fact that I can sleep though anything and it ticks my parents off, hehe.
“Good good, well I have to get back to work, so don’t kill your sister, I’ll be home around 5, love you!”
“I’ll try my hardest, not promising anything…bye” I hang the phone up, and waltz down to the lounge room to check on IT.
And there IT is, in all her mismatched glory. Today it’s a red chord skirt and a hot pink shirt with a smiling ice-cream on it, along with other unidentifiable stains. Again with the sighing.
Okay she’s alive, back to whatever the heck I was doing before…which was…uh…OMFG, What was I doing before mum called!?
Meep, I have a bad memory…don’t think I even remember what I had for breakfast…and then it hits me! I haven’t had breakfast! Go me I remembered! Cue Pretty Fly by the Offspring, start victory dance!!
“Spaz what the heck are you doing? You having an epileptic fit?” a voice interrupts my moment. I spin and my eyes land on James, one of the many boys that live next door to me. I kinda feel sorry for the kids, their parents decide it would be cute to give them all names starting with J…and I never remember all the others. James is my best friend, and the only one out of 8 names that I can remember, because in my twisted logic I relate him to James Potter…yes…I like to story dammit! J.K.R ended it waaay to fast in my opinion…but back to the present reality.
I glare and the twitch in my left eye acts up…wait...
"How the hell did you get inside?!"
“Door was open,” he says as he wanders over to the fridge and snags one of my juice boxes!! I should be used to this, I wander into his house even when the door isn’t open…
“Oi!! Gimme my juice box Foo!!” yes, I call them juice boxes. XD sounds waay better then, Popper or…uh…can’t think of anymore, But I know it sounds better!
James reaches back in and chucks one at me.
I stick my tongue out at him as I walk towards my room, “Thank you Jimbo!”
I flop onto my bed and inhale, gods I love my bed!
All thoughts except for the need to breathe leave my mind as a 58kg boy collapses onto my back.
“Jim-can’t-breathe” my face is smushed into my pillows and even though they smell nice I don’t think I can live on the smell of chocolate shampoo alone…