Chapter 1: Don't make me wait
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The words flashing in front of me made me realise it was just another story that would go in the 'too boring to read pile' and never see the light of the day again. The competition bore too many rules...
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Blah BLah BLaH BLAH......and the worst of it 'We will get back to you soon' more like NEVER!!!
I closed the laptop without shutting it off, it bothered me. I let it bother me to distract myself from reality, I was already losing my sanity. Now, I had all the time of my life to wait for the results which would be out in three months. Viola!
"Arghhhhh!!!"
"Didn't you say you have some work to do? Why are you lazing around your bed?" Mom said from the doorway holding a fruit bowl.
"You don't even know what I'm doing."
"You are lazing around the bed, doing nothing. Have some fruits."
"I'm not in the mood to fight with you right now."
"Wash the bowl after you're done." Mom said, shooting lasers from her eyes.
"Yes ma'am."
"I don't get paid enough for all that snark." I heard her say as she shut the bedroom door with a bang.
I realised screaming into my pillows wouldn't get me anywhere, maybe looking at reels will.
Ping..Ping..Ping..Ping...ping..ping ping pinggggggg....
Eating apples while you're enjoying the bland view of the ceiling is something I am very good at. The notifications were bothersome, they were cutting my serious watch time which involved cute cats, adorable dogs, little ducks, baby cows, thirst traps of men in nothing but their helmets and jeans, men who were showing off their sexy dance moves, did I mention nature, sunshine, sky and aesthetics posts on Instagram for inspiration purposes?
A Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
ping ping ping ping...
"Who the hell is dying for my attention?" I stopped scrolling to look at the angry notifications. My phone was going off like it was on a mission to irritate me to hell.
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I don't usually follow back every other account unless they were of writers, poets, aesthetically pleasing posts, or pet owners. angryZOMBIE077 had their account set to private with no means of guessing who they were.
angryZOMBIE077 has sent you a message
The message read: Hey Aria
It was a basic text that didn't give away anything.
My phone started ringing loudly before I could contemplate replying to them, so, I gave up.
"How's my girlfriend doing?" The other side said.
“To what do I owe this pleasure? Did you miss me finally?”
“Aria, I swear I was about to call you last night but fell asleep.”
“Hmmm, must be nice these days, dating and all?”
“I have Blocked him everywhere.”
“Trouble in paradise?”
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Is this a correct time to say Told you so?”
“ARIA"
"SARA"
“Talk nicely or I’m gonna block you too.”
“Fine, I’ll be nice. Princess, would you like to meet up for an ice-cream date? No (boy) friends allowed.”
“Okayy.”
“Shut up, you just want to eye the eye-candy behind the counter.”
“Nooo.”
“I knew it."
"Girlfriends are hard to get by, be thankful I tolerate you Ari.”
"Meet you there, love you, gotta go, bye.”
