Marcel
Habits
Marcel POV
"Mother?" I called out. She must still be at work, it was Thursday.
I shrugged and went to my room to start my essay and study, I was in my last year of high school, I was planning on going into marketing, but my boyfriend was strongly against it, he said it was too "dorky". But it was what I really wanted to do, I had a month to think about it. I opened my book and read the page. Minutes later, I heard the sound of glass breaking, I quickly ran down stairs to investigate. When I did I found someone had thrown a rock through my window. I opened the front door and saw a dark clothed person quickly turn the corner. I ran inside and called the police, and my mother, again, for someone vandalizing my house, because I lived there.
"Mother?" I called out. She must still be at work, it was Thursday.
I shrugged and went to my room to start my essay and study, I was in my last year of high school, I was planning on going into marketing, but my boyfriend was strongly against it, he said it was too "dorky". But it was what I really wanted to do, I had a month to think about it. I opened my book and read the page. Minutes later, I heard the sound of glass breaking, I quickly ran down stairs to investigate. When I did I found someone had thrown a rock through my window. I opened the front door and saw a dark clothed person quickly turn the corner. I ran inside and called the police, and my mother, again, for someone vandalizing my house, because I lived there.
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11/23/14