Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Sorry, had to take a shower.
"Yes, On the news!" She exclaimed. "You took Raymond down at that hospital. It was amazing!" I glaned at Sam, speachless.
"Ah, yeah..." -
i like the plot of this.. but im nut reading 69 pages.
whats happening? -
I stood leaning against the wall, watching.
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Their stepmother called, stuff like that. Their dad is a crazy drunk who keep attacking them in some way.
"So how's Sam? Is she there?"
"Yeah, ofcourse... Here." I handed the phone to Sam. -
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hi, Sam! How are you?" It was Tammy. She was sounding much better.
"I'm doing okay. How are you?"
That's one kick ass out of the ordinary conversation, don't you think? xDDDD -
I guess?
I really didn't know whether to be worried or happy or whatever.... I hoped Tammy might come home and make everything better, but that'd never happen. -
xD That was sarcastic...
We finished talking and I handed the phone back to Randy at Tammy's request. -
Yeah... *has no clue what you're talking about*
You better play Tammy for this. Wb. XD
"Hey... again..." I realised that sounded stupid considering she was my mother.. -
Who's got your back? ...News 8... :DDD NO!!! LANA DOES!!
"Hi, hun. I'm a bit tied up here. While I was here for my initial treatment, they found something... bad." -
"What?!" I nearly shouted into the phone, gripping the counter top so hard my knuckles were white.
XD lana. -
"I... Oh, gosh, Randy... I really don't know how to put this..."
I watched Randy. He seemed so... shocked. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" -
I looked at Sam horrified and mouthed 'I don't know'. "Wh-wha-at is it?"
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A deep breath sounded from the other end of the phone. "I... Randy... I have..." The voice became shaky and riddled with sobs,"brain cancer."
I broke out in a cold sweat. Something was wrong... Horribly wrong... I bit my lip. God f---ing damn it... There's always something else... Always something to make things worse... -
"I..." I dropped the phone, letting it skim across the cold hard tile. Realities a b----, Randy. A slutty one.
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"W-w-w-what... What's going on?" I felt like crying. It must have been bad... Whatever it was...
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