Basket Case, chapter 1
I woke at seven. Man, I hate getting up in the morning. I got up and went to the shower. After showering I went and threw on my favorite Queen concert tee, a clean pair of black dickies, and your favorite Chucks(for those of you who aren't smart, those are converse). Then I went down stairs and grabbed my makeup and went back up stairs to my room. I as I got into my room I remembered my friend was in the room next door probably still asleep. I remembered what our boss had said to her. He said," If your late one more time, Hallie, then I'm gonna have to let you go." I had to wake Hallie up before I left.
"Hallie?" I asked," You awake?" All she did was moan and turn over so I went onto her bed and started to yell in her face. Bad idea. She punched me square in the face.
"Oww! Hallie get up!" I yelled at her.
"Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up." She said getting up.
I left her there and went to work. Hallie and I had gotten a job at the Guitar World in the Mills(I know the mills doesn't really have a guitar world but I bet half of you don't know what The Mills is either). Our boss was Mr. Kheul. Mr. Kheul was one of those guys that should be a therapist and not a guitar world Owner. He was always saying stuff like "Come on guys. I know that if you try a little harder we can get the store finished on time." He always sounded gay when he said stuff like that. I had decided to bring my guitar with me to work that day and maybe try to raise a few extra bucks. Besides my guitar strings had broke and I wanted to see if my friend could fix them for me. When I got to work I remembered that The store was closed and that I didn't have work today.
"Shit. Now why did I have to fix my guitar today?" I said. "Hope I don't get in trouble for getting guitar strings besides who'll know..." I trailed off as I unlocked the door and went in. The store looked amazing. There were guitars all over the place. They even had guitars signed by famous rock stars like The Beetles and The Clash and Slipknot and ACDC and stuff. I went behind the counter to grab the guitar strings I needed when I heard these voices.
"Umm, excuse me? Do you work here?" it asked.
"Uhhh, yeah I do." I said from behind the counter where they couldn't see me. They had startled me so I hid.
"We were wondering if the store was open?" The voice said. The voice was really familiar but not one of those familiar voices you hear in person more like one you here on TV.
"No we aren't. Sorry." I replied.
"There's only three of us and I swear it'll only take Five minutes." he said reassuringly.
"Well... I guess." I said getting up from the ground and walking over to the door which had been slightly opened as the guy had spoken. I opened the door the rest of the way and looked up to see I was starring into the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen.
"Hi." He said. You managed a "hi" and then showed them to the drumstick section of the store. There was three of them just like the man had said. They looked like they were at least 18. The one that you had been talking to had black hair that was died blond. You only new it was black because you could see his roots.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Jimie." I said.
"Hallie?" I asked," You awake?" All she did was moan and turn over so I went onto her bed and started to yell in her face. Bad idea. She punched me square in the face.
"Oww! Hallie get up!" I yelled at her.
"Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up." She said getting up.
I left her there and went to work. Hallie and I had gotten a job at the Guitar World in the Mills(I know the mills doesn't really have a guitar world but I bet half of you don't know what The Mills is either). Our boss was Mr. Kheul. Mr. Kheul was one of those guys that should be a therapist and not a guitar world Owner. He was always saying stuff like "Come on guys. I know that if you try a little harder we can get the store finished on time." He always sounded gay when he said stuff like that. I had decided to bring my guitar with me to work that day and maybe try to raise a few extra bucks. Besides my guitar strings had broke and I wanted to see if my friend could fix them for me. When I got to work I remembered that The store was closed and that I didn't have work today.
"Shit. Now why did I have to fix my guitar today?" I said. "Hope I don't get in trouble for getting guitar strings besides who'll know..." I trailed off as I unlocked the door and went in. The store looked amazing. There were guitars all over the place. They even had guitars signed by famous rock stars like The Beetles and The Clash and Slipknot and ACDC and stuff. I went behind the counter to grab the guitar strings I needed when I heard these voices.
"Umm, excuse me? Do you work here?" it asked.
"Uhhh, yeah I do." I said from behind the counter where they couldn't see me. They had startled me so I hid.
"We were wondering if the store was open?" The voice said. The voice was really familiar but not one of those familiar voices you hear in person more like one you here on TV.
"No we aren't. Sorry." I replied.
"There's only three of us and I swear it'll only take Five minutes." he said reassuringly.
"Well... I guess." I said getting up from the ground and walking over to the door which had been slightly opened as the guy had spoken. I opened the door the rest of the way and looked up to see I was starring into the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever seen.
"Hi." He said. You managed a "hi" and then showed them to the drumstick section of the store. There was three of them just like the man had said. They looked like they were at least 18. The one that you had been talking to had black hair that was died blond. You only new it was black because you could see his roots.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Jimie." I said.
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