Note: This story is always in Duncan's POV.
Enjoy:D
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It was just another siku in the strange town of Toronto. Where I was having my ordinary coffee with my annoying girlfriend. She was blabbing away about this poetry convention she probably wanted to drag me to. I wasn't really listening, I only heard bits of what she was saying. "Blah blah poetry blah blah blah scary and gorey yet romantic blah blah souls." It's not that I wasn't interested it was just...Ah, who am I kidding, I couldn't be any zaidi uninterested. Lately, Gwen has actually been uninteresting.
But what made me like her even less was what just happened, suddenly, the door of the coffee duka opened. And a girl walked in, she didn't look ordinary. She was different from the other people around here. Well, for one she had raspberry, rasiberi colored, shoulder length hair. She was wearing a fading shati with a pembetatu on it, a ruffled black skirt, which clashed with her yellow and pink striped tights. She also had these raver goggles on her head. I watched as she walked, well, rolled towards the counter. The was wearing roller skates.
"So do wewe want to go?" Asked Gwen. "What?" I said, trying my best to remember what she was asking me to. "The poetry meeting, do wewe wanna go?" She asked, starting to look annoyed. "Um..No I can't. I have band practice." I said, not lieing for once I actually had to practice. "Oh..okay. I have to work on my poem at home. I'm gonna go now. Bye, Duncan." She picked up her coffee, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left the shop. I carelessly turned around and watched the new girl order her coffee. "One hot mocha for here, please." She alisema to the cashier, who I noticed immediately.
"Jordan! What the hell are wewe doing here? You're supposed to be working at the shop!" I snapped at her, referring to the CD store which my family owns. "Oh, don't get your panties in a wad, I put grandma in charge." She said. "Grandma's dead!" I snapped. "Pfft..Okay fine, Sherlock. I put her jar of ashes at the front dawati and closed the duka for a few hours so I could work my shift here." She said, handing the sexy hipster chick her coffee. "Why would wewe do that? wewe get perfectly paid over there!" I growled in frustration. "Well, the writer of this fanfiction told me to work in zaidi than one place to make the story simila to the movie it's trying to imitate." She said, taking another person's order. What the hell? Anyways, it doesn't matter, she's 13 and she's crazy, I don't know how she got a job in the first place, but I don't care. It's time to talk to the hot girl.
I started walking towards the window-side meza, jedwali she was sitting at, until Jordan somehow managed to jump in front of me. "Oh no wewe don't! wewe are not asking her out! If wewe do, you'll give her a bad reputation as bad as yours!" She alisema quickly, waving her arms so I don't get passed her. "I'm not gonna hit on her au ask her out. I just wanna give her a tour of the town. I just need someone new to hang out with, that's all." Jordan gave a suspicious glare, and reluctantly walked back to the coffee counter. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the girl.
I sat in the chair opposite of hers and said, "Hey, I'm Duncan." I say smoothly. She looked up at me "Hello, I'm Courtney." She says, sounding oddly formal, and extending her arm for me to shake it. "So, you're new here?" I ask, noticing her tan skin. "Yes, I moved here from California." She said, sipping her coffee. "Why? Out of all places, why Toronto, it's freezing here, and you're gonna be white soon, mark my words." I alisema jokingly. She smiled and laughed silently. "I guess it's just a new place. I'm 24 now, done with college, I decided, why not live here?" Cool, she's about my age. "Anyways, um..I've lived here my entire life, and I know the town pretty well, do wewe wan't the tour?" I asked her, leaning in.
"Cool. When?" She asked. "Hm..Maybe, tonight at 8:00?" I said. "I'll be done with band practice kwa then." She nodded, and picked up her coffee. "I'll meet wewe at that cool park that's near here." She smiled at me, and glided out the door. Accomplished, I jumped of the chair and walked towards the counter to tell Jordan to go back to her shift at the CD place. I got to the counter to find somebody else working in her place. "Where's Jordan?" I asked, peering around. "She alisema she had a shift at the video store so she left. Are wewe gonna order something au not?" The new cashier asked arrogantly, blowing a bubble with her gum. I scoffed "No." and I walked outside. Great, now a jar of ashes is going to be sitting in my duka for the inayofuata 24 hours.
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Okay, I know nothing hasn't really started yet! But, something will happen soon, okay? I promise:D Continue to read and maoni >w<
-Jordy
Enjoy:D
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It was just another siku in the strange town of Toronto. Where I was having my ordinary coffee with my annoying girlfriend. She was blabbing away about this poetry convention she probably wanted to drag me to. I wasn't really listening, I only heard bits of what she was saying. "Blah blah poetry blah blah blah scary and gorey yet romantic blah blah souls." It's not that I wasn't interested it was just...Ah, who am I kidding, I couldn't be any zaidi uninterested. Lately, Gwen has actually been uninteresting.
But what made me like her even less was what just happened, suddenly, the door of the coffee duka opened. And a girl walked in, she didn't look ordinary. She was different from the other people around here. Well, for one she had raspberry, rasiberi colored, shoulder length hair. She was wearing a fading shati with a pembetatu on it, a ruffled black skirt, which clashed with her yellow and pink striped tights. She also had these raver goggles on her head. I watched as she walked, well, rolled towards the counter. The was wearing roller skates.
"So do wewe want to go?" Asked Gwen. "What?" I said, trying my best to remember what she was asking me to. "The poetry meeting, do wewe wanna go?" She asked, starting to look annoyed. "Um..No I can't. I have band practice." I said, not lieing for once I actually had to practice. "Oh..okay. I have to work on my poem at home. I'm gonna go now. Bye, Duncan." She picked up her coffee, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left the shop. I carelessly turned around and watched the new girl order her coffee. "One hot mocha for here, please." She alisema to the cashier, who I noticed immediately.
"Jordan! What the hell are wewe doing here? You're supposed to be working at the shop!" I snapped at her, referring to the CD store which my family owns. "Oh, don't get your panties in a wad, I put grandma in charge." She said. "Grandma's dead!" I snapped. "Pfft..Okay fine, Sherlock. I put her jar of ashes at the front dawati and closed the duka for a few hours so I could work my shift here." She said, handing the sexy hipster chick her coffee. "Why would wewe do that? wewe get perfectly paid over there!" I growled in frustration. "Well, the writer of this fanfiction told me to work in zaidi than one place to make the story simila to the movie it's trying to imitate." She said, taking another person's order. What the hell? Anyways, it doesn't matter, she's 13 and she's crazy, I don't know how she got a job in the first place, but I don't care. It's time to talk to the hot girl.
I started walking towards the window-side meza, jedwali she was sitting at, until Jordan somehow managed to jump in front of me. "Oh no wewe don't! wewe are not asking her out! If wewe do, you'll give her a bad reputation as bad as yours!" She alisema quickly, waving her arms so I don't get passed her. "I'm not gonna hit on her au ask her out. I just wanna give her a tour of the town. I just need someone new to hang out with, that's all." Jordan gave a suspicious glare, and reluctantly walked back to the coffee counter. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the girl.
I sat in the chair opposite of hers and said, "Hey, I'm Duncan." I say smoothly. She looked up at me "Hello, I'm Courtney." She says, sounding oddly formal, and extending her arm for me to shake it. "So, you're new here?" I ask, noticing her tan skin. "Yes, I moved here from California." She said, sipping her coffee. "Why? Out of all places, why Toronto, it's freezing here, and you're gonna be white soon, mark my words." I alisema jokingly. She smiled and laughed silently. "I guess it's just a new place. I'm 24 now, done with college, I decided, why not live here?" Cool, she's about my age. "Anyways, um..I've lived here my entire life, and I know the town pretty well, do wewe wan't the tour?" I asked her, leaning in.
"Cool. When?" She asked. "Hm..Maybe, tonight at 8:00?" I said. "I'll be done with band practice kwa then." She nodded, and picked up her coffee. "I'll meet wewe at that cool park that's near here." She smiled at me, and glided out the door. Accomplished, I jumped of the chair and walked towards the counter to tell Jordan to go back to her shift at the CD place. I got to the counter to find somebody else working in her place. "Where's Jordan?" I asked, peering around. "She alisema she had a shift at the video store so she left. Are wewe gonna order something au not?" The new cashier asked arrogantly, blowing a bubble with her gum. I scoffed "No." and I walked outside. Great, now a jar of ashes is going to be sitting in my duka for the inayofuata 24 hours.
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Okay, I know nothing hasn't really started yet! But, something will happen soon, okay? I promise:D Continue to read and maoni >w<
-Jordy
Herione; Sneak Peak!
Drunk.
That's what I was. He touch was like a shot of Vodka. His eyes were like a first taste of Budlight. But, his lips were like Herione. The best Alchohal in my thought.
But, That was before he left. He left without any say at all. It's like, he dissapeared from the face of the Earth. All he has left me with was the skull.
Was It because of me?
And, Its his fault. I'm in this Mental help facility. Ever since he left, My mom worried about me. I had been waking up screaming, Adrenaline rushes gone hay-wire. I still feel like he's with me. But, In like a wierd way.
"He's gone, Courtney." Everyone kept telling me that. But, I knew I was right! He was out there somewhere. I just hoped, He hadn't forgotten me.
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Alright, That was just a little Sneak Peak.
What do wewe think?
Should I continue?
Drunk.
That's what I was. He touch was like a shot of Vodka. His eyes were like a first taste of Budlight. But, his lips were like Herione. The best Alchohal in my thought.
But, That was before he left. He left without any say at all. It's like, he dissapeared from the face of the Earth. All he has left me with was the skull.
Was It because of me?
And, Its his fault. I'm in this Mental help facility. Ever since he left, My mom worried about me. I had been waking up screaming, Adrenaline rushes gone hay-wire. I still feel like he's with me. But, In like a wierd way.
"He's gone, Courtney." Everyone kept telling me that. But, I knew I was right! He was out there somewhere. I just hoped, He hadn't forgotten me.
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Alright, That was just a little Sneak Peak.
What do wewe think?
Should I continue?