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Brendan was curled up in his black bean-bag chair in the opposite corner, surrounded by magazine clippings of random things.
“And on the eighth day, God created lo mein.”
“Are you sure you aren’t high off the Novocain or something?”
As I was staring at the red glob, I noticed his white shirt was name brand. “Hey, since when did you wear name brand clothing?”
The musical ringtone of Brendan’s ringtone interrupted my concentration.
“Naw-uh.”
It was the girl; hood up, shadows masking her face, staff in hand.
“I was…uhm…” I stuttered. “Doodling. I don’t really know.”
“I should go. My dad will flip if he finds my room empty,” I claimed, grabbing my leather jacket off his desk chair.
and Dad doesn’t have a car
I turned off Brendan’s street, onto a busier street with more cars,
and a black velvet jacket that had to be created by an expensive designer.
She couldn’t have been taller than five foot, but she was wearing three inch tall pumps to increase her height.
I could see the familiar tan stucco of my apartment building, then I slowed to a walk.
No, I’m crazy for believing that was real. I paused on the first flight of stairs and shook my head. It must be side effects of the Novocain. I mean, I did just get into a motorcycle crash.
just incase the lunatics in the alley wanted to come back and –
When I saw Dad’s dark mat of hair, I bit my lip.
“Care to tell me where you were off to at,” – he paused and turned to check the clock on the table beside the couch – “4:38 AM?”
I was astonished, thinking my mind was causing my ears to deceive me like it had.
I wasn’t sure what was making me so angry – then again, my anger bubbles up over a lot of simple things. I threw my box of food on the kitchen table – not even bothering to put it away – and made my way stiffly to my room.

surrounded by magazine clippings of random things.
He shrugged, turning his attention back to the chopsticks. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a notebook and pen resting on Brendan’s dresser, so I set my food down and leaned over to grab it. I shifted so I was laying on my stomach and pulled the pen out of the spirals. Then, cupping my chin in my left hand, I began to draw.
The musical ringtone of Brendan’s ringtone interrupted my concentration.
I fell into a deep sleep.

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