The Lone Girl (Chapter: 7)
TIME FLIES
I was so worked up that I nearly fell from my bed in excitement. “What’s wrong?” said Melissa sounding bored and a bit sluggish. “The bit of news you told me seconds before has got me all hyped up.” I mean how many times in life does such occurrences strike one’s reality. Am I right?
“You’re talking about Mrs. Agnes. But that’s old news,” said Melissa, declaring most apathetically. “Tell me all about it girl,” I said with inquisitive eyes. “Well then, I might as well get into the mood,” Melissa said sitting up. “As, this is an epic narration by Melissa.”
But then all of a sudden I heard the door creak open and muffled noises from the other side of the door. “Can’t sleep, sister? Oh, and by the way, sweet stranger, Melissa’s oration might be a bit far-fetched. Utter cock and bull tales.”
It was certainly neither Jeremy nor Collin. It sounded like a teenage boy. I looked closely and was shocked, “Who the hell is this?” “It’s my idiotic twin brother, Milo. Downright trouble,” said Melissa, glaring at the boy. The boy bore major resemblances to Melissa.
“Why did he come here?” I stammered unsure of what was going on. Melissa pointed at Milo and sneered. “My brother sleeps in another room. He comes here often to steal bonbons that I've stored in the cupboard. You should know he has a typical midnight sleep-eating disorder.”
“Oh well. It’s nice to meet you Milo, the… night thief.”...
I was so worked up that I nearly fell from my bed in excitement. “What’s wrong?” said Melissa sounding bored and a bit sluggish. “The bit of news you told me seconds before has got me all hyped up.” I mean how many times in life does such occurrences strike one’s reality. Am I right?
“You’re talking about Mrs. Agnes. But that’s old news,” said Melissa, declaring most apathetically. “Tell me all about it girl,” I said with inquisitive eyes. “Well then, I might as well get into the mood,” Melissa said sitting up. “As, this is an epic narration by Melissa.”
But then all of a sudden I heard the door creak open and muffled noises from the other side of the door. “Can’t sleep, sister? Oh, and by the way, sweet stranger, Melissa’s oration might be a bit far-fetched. Utter cock and bull tales.”
It was certainly neither Jeremy nor Collin. It sounded like a teenage boy. I looked closely and was shocked, “Who the hell is this?” “It’s my idiotic twin brother, Milo. Downright trouble,” said Melissa, glaring at the boy. The boy bore major resemblances to Melissa.
“Why did he come here?” I stammered unsure of what was going on. Melissa pointed at Milo and sneered. “My brother sleeps in another room. He comes here often to steal bonbons that I've stored in the cupboard. You should know he has a typical midnight sleep-eating disorder.”
“Oh well. It’s nice to meet you Milo, the… night thief.”...