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Just Another Day
" Bye Linda," I wave goodbye as I collect all my things. I look back and see her smile back at me kindly.
"Bye sweetheart. Oh, and good luck with that assignment of yours!" she called out after me. I smile up at her sliding my bag over my shoulder. She was talking about the project I was currently working on for school.
"Thanks," I reply back just before walking through the front entrance.
I feel the cool breeze rush to me as soon as I step out. I inhale deeply taking in the fresh air smell. I had just finished my shift at a small little local music shop named Dream Music. I loved working there, the atmosphere was always friendly and peaceful. Also the older woman who ran the shop, Linda, was like a Grandmother to me. She is so sweet and too kind for her own good.
I walk peacefully down the sidewalk, only having to walk a short distance to reach my apartment building since I only lived about a quarter of a mile away (1/5 of a Kilometer). Even though it was such a short distance to walk, I still enjoyed watching the busy people rush passed me as I made to my destination.
Minutes later, I reach the front door to my apartment, I unlock the front door and step inside. Immediately after shutting my front door, I was met with a very large golden retriever.
"Hey Boo!" I exclaim, a large smile implanted on my face as I pet the frantic dog. He licked my hand and I laughed as I watched him wiggle with excitement. Boo has always been a very energetic dog and I always enjoy his enthusiasm.
I laugh as I watch him trot away, now satisfied that I was home. After removing my jacket and
placing it on the hanger, I make my way to the kitchen. I open and close various number
of cabinets before finally settle on a bowl of cereal, since there wasn't much more of a choice. I should really pick up some food tomorrow.
With my bowl in hand, I scuff my feet across the wooden floor into the living room. I plop down with all my weight on the couch, although keeping the cereal firmly in the bowl. I flick on the t.v. as I start to slurp my food-
No the shows on commercials, boring, I don't like sports, toddler show, paid program, what the heck? Since when do I get this channel? Grrr, something good, something good....
I continue flicking through what seemed to be never ending boringness, until something catches my eye.
"- the famous boy-band One Direction was spotted today making there way out of a local club, supporting a drunken Harry Styles, one of the singers in the group. After much stumbling, the boys were then almost mobbed by some bypassing fans. Not moments after the girls started crowding, the security luckily stopped the fans and got the boys safely back to their tour bus. In other news..."
Hm. Well that's too bad. Too bad I don't really care. Nah, don't get me wrong, I am a fan of the boys but really? Does the news really need to publish this stuff? I think if I was drunk and mobbed by fans, I would want it to be done and over with, not all over the news. But then again, if I was famous I would probably really hate the media.
After flicking through just a few more channels, I finally found a show to watch. I snuggle deep into my couch, before feeling my eyelids slowly droop closed and drifting off into sleep.
"Bye sweetheart. Oh, and good luck with that assignment of yours!" she called out after me. I smile up at her sliding my bag over my shoulder. She was talking about the project I was currently working on for school.
"Thanks," I reply back just before walking through the front entrance.
I feel the cool breeze rush to me as soon as I step out. I inhale deeply taking in the fresh air smell. I had just finished my shift at a small little local music shop named Dream Music. I loved working there, the atmosphere was always friendly and peaceful. Also the older woman who ran the shop, Linda, was like a Grandmother to me. She is so sweet and too kind for her own good.
I walk peacefully down the sidewalk, only having to walk a short distance to reach my apartment building since I only lived about a quarter of a mile away (1/5 of a Kilometer). Even though it was such a short distance to walk, I still enjoyed watching the busy people rush passed me as I made to my destination.
Minutes later, I reach the front door to my apartment, I unlock the front door and step inside. Immediately after shutting my front door, I was met with a very large golden retriever.
"Hey Boo!" I exclaim, a large smile implanted on my face as I pet the frantic dog. He licked my hand and I laughed as I watched him wiggle with excitement. Boo has always been a very energetic dog and I always enjoy his enthusiasm.
I laugh as I watch him trot away, now satisfied that I was home. After removing my jacket and
placing it on the hanger, I make my way to the kitchen. I open and close various number
of cabinets before finally settle on a bowl of cereal, since there wasn't much more of a choice. I should really pick up some food tomorrow.
With my bowl in hand, I scuff my feet across the wooden floor into the living room. I plop down with all my weight on the couch, although keeping the cereal firmly in the bowl. I flick on the t.v. as I start to slurp my food-
No the shows on commercials, boring, I don't like sports, toddler show, paid program, what the heck? Since when do I get this channel? Grrr, something good, something good....
I continue flicking through what seemed to be never ending boringness, until something catches my eye.
"- the famous boy-band One Direction was spotted today making there way out of a local club, supporting a drunken Harry Styles, one of the singers in the group. After much stumbling, the boys were then almost mobbed by some bypassing fans. Not moments after the girls started crowding, the security luckily stopped the fans and got the boys safely back to their tour bus. In other news..."
Hm. Well that's too bad. Too bad I don't really care. Nah, don't get me wrong, I am a fan of the boys but really? Does the news really need to publish this stuff? I think if I was drunk and mobbed by fans, I would want it to be done and over with, not all over the news. But then again, if I was famous I would probably really hate the media.
After flicking through just a few more channels, I finally found a show to watch. I snuggle deep into my couch, before feeling my eyelids slowly droop closed and drifting off into sleep.
11/9/13