Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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Thread Topic: Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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She grinned a bit. "Exactly, apparently my writing doesn't show 'meaning' or it isn't 'realistic'. I'm a God damn fiction writer."
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"Who said all writing had to be realistic? The magic of writing is the fact that you can get creative and let your imagination soar." He chuckled. "I just sounded like one of those motivational speakers they hire to give a speech in front of students, didn't I?"
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she laughed. "Yeah, you did. And she only likes it when students write about 'things happening in the world today'. Like we're new reporters or something. I hope she gets fired."
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"Or maybe just switched to Journalism... She'd be good in that field of writing." His watch started to beep quietly, a shrill, high-pitched ring. "I'll be right back. I have to take my medication." Christopher stood up and exited the room, leaving the door open. He lumbered down the stairs and opened up the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He took out three bottles of pills, shaking one from each into his palm.
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Jenifer looked around the room. It's almost the exact same... She thought.
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He swallowed all three pills with the aid of a glass of water. Once finished, he placed the bottles neatly back into the cabinet. Chris sighed and stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. It was going to hit him hard and he knew it... Though he looked healthy besides the pale hue of his skin, he could practically feel the disease crawling through his veins. He blinked and walked out of the room, climbing back up the stairs.
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Jenifer sighed and looked out the small window.
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He reentered his room. "Sorry about that." The blond boy gave her an apologetic smile before reassuming his spot next to Jenifer.
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"It's nothing to be sorry for." She said, continuing to stare out the window.
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He glanced over at her. "It's a nice view, isn't it? There's no telephone lines or buildings in sight. Just the sunset over the trees..."
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She nodded. "Yeah.."
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"No sunset is ever the same. It changes with every passing day... I find that inspiring. It's just like saying no day is just like the last." He brushed his hair out of his face. "I love painting that view."
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She smiled slightly. "I could never see it, mother doesn't let me outside barely and my window has no view of it, it's nice."
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"Your mom seems awfully strict. Is she letting you go to prom?" He knew it was in a few years, but it seemed like a valid enough question to ask.
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"I dunno. I didn't really want to go, anyways."
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