Enemy Territory
Meeting Up With Claire
So, this chick I met online, Claire, lives in Seattle.
I thought I’d check it out.
Well, really, she lives in Port Angeles,
About… 3… 4 hours from Seattle?
Port Angeles is said to have an amazing view of Victoria.
And water. (A/N: Okay, so on my laptop I have to do < b r / > twice. So I’m done with this bullshit.) Really, I’mma go to Seattle, then fly to Victoria, and go from there. I just didn’t want anyone on my trail. Especially that sorry excuse for a brother, she-troll ex-best friend, or that unrealisticly stupid bitch in California I used to call my boyfriend. After about 3, 5, 9? Hours on the plane, I arrived in Seattle and once again found a tall, slutty woman at the desk. “What do you want?” She said, “greeting” me. “I wanna go on that big plane out there.” I said like I was talking to a 5 year old. “Yeah, well so do I, what’s your point.” As she asked that stupidly rhetorical question, a bigger woman walked by and jabbed her elbow into the girl’s rib. “Really, Jezz? The rib?” She asked. “Sorry about Yesenia, she’s really a nice person.” ‘Jezz’ said. “Yeah, um, well, I don’t need nice, I need on a plane, pronto.” “Where to?” She asked. “Victoria.” And with that, I was on my way. ***SKIPPING TRIP TO VICTORIA AND TO PA*** I clicked on my Skype app, clicking ‘Clairezz’. In seconds, her face popped up, but slower than usual. “Where do you live my homie?” “What? I told you! PA, WA.” “Yeh, but like, address?” “316 O’Brien Rd. It’s just outta PA. I’m at MacDonalds right now, stealing some internet and chatting it up with my uncle.” “What? Do you not have internet?” “Nope. Heading home now.” “Okay,” I said as I clicked the ‘End call’ button. Taking a bus to O’Brien road. The bus driver told me he couldn’t take me any farther than the school on the beginning of the road. He also told me 316 O’Brien was WAY up the road, and I’d have to walk. Walking it is. After walking for about an hour, I decided I was lost. Until, 10 minutes later, I saw the face I’d never thought I’d see in person. Claire, driving down the road, headlights blinding me, dearly. Her car stopped by me and she came at me squealing to high heavens. “You were almost there!” She said when we got in her car. Seems I was.
I thought I’d check it out.
Well, really, she lives in Port Angeles,
About… 3… 4 hours from Seattle?
Port Angeles is said to have an amazing view of Victoria.
And water. (A/N: Okay, so on my laptop I have to do < b r / > twice. So I’m done with this bullshit.) Really, I’mma go to Seattle, then fly to Victoria, and go from there. I just didn’t want anyone on my trail. Especially that sorry excuse for a brother, she-troll ex-best friend, or that unrealisticly stupid bitch in California I used to call my boyfriend. After about 3, 5, 9? Hours on the plane, I arrived in Seattle and once again found a tall, slutty woman at the desk. “What do you want?” She said, “greeting” me. “I wanna go on that big plane out there.” I said like I was talking to a 5 year old. “Yeah, well so do I, what’s your point.” As she asked that stupidly rhetorical question, a bigger woman walked by and jabbed her elbow into the girl’s rib. “Really, Jezz? The rib?” She asked. “Sorry about Yesenia, she’s really a nice person.” ‘Jezz’ said. “Yeah, um, well, I don’t need nice, I need on a plane, pronto.” “Where to?” She asked. “Victoria.” And with that, I was on my way. ***SKIPPING TRIP TO VICTORIA AND TO PA*** I clicked on my Skype app, clicking ‘Clairezz’. In seconds, her face popped up, but slower than usual. “Where do you live my homie?” “What? I told you! PA, WA.” “Yeh, but like, address?” “316 O’Brien Rd. It’s just outta PA. I’m at MacDonalds right now, stealing some internet and chatting it up with my uncle.” “What? Do you not have internet?” “Nope. Heading home now.” “Okay,” I said as I clicked the ‘End call’ button. Taking a bus to O’Brien road. The bus driver told me he couldn’t take me any farther than the school on the beginning of the road. He also told me 316 O’Brien was WAY up the road, and I’d have to walk. Walking it is. After walking for about an hour, I decided I was lost. Until, 10 minutes later, I saw the face I’d never thought I’d see in person. Claire, driving down the road, headlights blinding me, dearly. Her car stopped by me and she came at me squealing to high heavens. “You were almost there!” She said when we got in her car. Seems I was.
Grrrr.... Fine :P
8/19/13