Jamie

Chapter 2

At the cockcrow of a humid Tuesday two weeks later, my mom woke me up by banging on the door…really loudly. “ Destiny, guess what I planned for you today?!”
I pretend to be still fast asleep but the truth was, I needed desperately to use the bathroom but if I had gotten up, I would have to do whatever my mom planned for me to do. “ What?” I asked in case it would be something I would actually enjoy.
I couldn’t tell you how boring it had been. All I did was read books, watch TV, listen to music, walk around the house, eat, sleep…and yes, the bathroom trips too. I was this close to banging my head against the wall, I was that bored. And it was always too humid to walk around outside…you could practically fry an egg on those streets.
“ I know how much teens need money, to buy clothes and all that,” mom began cheerfully.
“ Uh huh…”
“ Joe have been telling me how much he needs to clean his basement, but don’t have the time to do it. So I suggested that since you aren’t in school yet, and you have nothing to do all summer, you can clean the basement for him.”
I had a fake smile on. “ Really, mom? That’s so much fun!”
My mom, as always, either didn’t notice my sarcasm or chose to ignore it. She nodded along with me. “ Great, great, so get dress and I will drive you over there.”
Boy, was I excited, it was barely passed nighttime, and I was on my way out to clean someone’s basement. I got dressed in a tank top, shorts and flip flops, bracing myself for the 100 degree weather outside.
“ So are you excited about school?” mom asked, as we cruised downtown.
“ Sure.”
“ Nervous?”
“ Yup.”
“ Aren’t you going to ask me about my new job?”
“ How is it?”
“ It’s wonderful, everyone’s so friendly and helpful. And the office is so pretty, beats working in a windowless office with a very suspicious smell to it.”
“ Yup, beats that.”

Jamie

I spaced for the paragraphs but I don't know how the formatting didn't work. Excuse the clamped paragraphs.

Selorian

Hello Jamie, I fixed the the spacing for you. If this happens again, all you have to do is use the edit button found in the top right corner of your post and hit the enter button at the end of each paragraph.

While I'm here, I just want to let you know that I'll try to send the edited versions of the first three chapters by tonight. This is a really great story.

Cliff

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Chapter 2

At the cockcrow of a humid Tuesday two weeks later, my mom woke me up by banging on the door…really loudly. “ Destiny, guess what I planned for you today?!”

I pretend to be still fast asleep but the truth was, I needed desperately to use the bathroom but if I had gotten up, I would have to do whatever my mom planned for me to do. “ What?” I asked in case it would be something I would actually enjoy.

I couldn’t tell you how boring it had been. All I did was read books, watch TV, listen to music, walk around the house, eat, sleep…and yes, the bathroom trips too. I was this close to banging my head against the wall, I was that bored. And it was always too humid to walk around outside…you could practically fry an egg on those streets.

“ I know how much teens need money, to buy clothes and all that,” mom began cheerfully.

“ Uh huh…”

“ Joe have been telling me how much he needs to clean his basement, but don’t have the time to do it. So I suggested that since you aren’t in school yet, and you have nothing to do all summer, you can clean the basement for him.”

I had a fake smile on. “ Really, mom? That’s so much fun!”

My mom, as always, either didn’t notice my sarcasm or chose to ignore it. She nodded along with me. “ Great, great, so get dress and I will drive you over there.”

Boy, was I excited, it was barely passed nighttime, and I was on my way out to clean someone’s basement. I got dressed in a tank top, shorts and flip flops, bracing myself for the 100 degree weather outside.

“ So are you excited about school?” mom asked, as we cruised downtown.

“ Sure.”

“ Nervous?”

“ Yup.”

“ Aren’t you going to ask me about my new job?”

“ How is it?”

“ It’s wonderful, everyone’s so friendly and helpful. And the office is so pretty, beats working in a windowless office with a very suspicious smell to it.”

“ Yup, beats that.”

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