posted on July 18, 2003 @ 7:17 pm
scene: 3:26 a.m. a girl sits on her futon with wet hair. the gigantic living room is filled with half her possessions, and she repeatedly and angrily elbows an excercise ball to its side of the futon. without fail, it takes about five seconds to roll back.
her roommate got them evicted. there was a lock on the door knob, but you could still turn it. the manager who put it on calls from the open door at 1:45 a.m.: "chelsea! chelsea?" unsure of who it is, girl rudely barks, "what!"
manager explains it looks like they're "skipping." roommate explains it's her fault. girl sweats in her black shirt and new cute purple plaid shorts with the small two-cherry patch on the left leg, glaring at manager. roommate arranges meeting at 4:00 p.m. later that day. girl says nothing for fear of its consequences.
she remains silent the remainder of the night, overwhelmed by a sudden sadness and with the voice of a boy softly saying "chelsea-kun" playing in her head.
after a three woman search for tampons, she gives up and takes a shower. donning her faery/unicorn shirt and maroon skirt and descending the stairs, she calls up, "going to the heb. need anything?" roommate informs her she's fine.
on her trip to the heb on oltorf and congress (hers in the mild mexican ghetto is closed now from 1:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m.) she plays "sea" by morcheeba, smokes a cigarette half-heartedly, and almost obeys the speed limit. it's 2:58 a.m., and she's so tired her eyes burn. she knows she couldn't sleep if she tried.
in the checkout line, a boy with disheveled hair and a chain around his neck looks back at her, then at what she's holding: tampons, a caramelo, and two mini croissants. (the chocolate is an impulse buy.) after another long stare with the boy ahead of her and paying, she says quietly, "thanks." cashier looks at her. for two seconds they exchange stares, then she walks off.
now she lies with wet hair, having thrown the ball from the futon. her teeth hurt because she's eaten some chocolate whilst watching her cat stare at an empty corner. next she'll make a cup of coffee, heat up a croissant, head to her room to watch the previous day's recording of pok�mon and yu-gi-oh. the cat has been staring at the corner for half an hour, and he begins to claw the air.
p.s.: i fell asleep on the futon, and now the pain in my head is growing every second.
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