Alexandra Mills, 17
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| - | Your head is spinning. (''What time is it?'') You ask yourself as you groggily blink your eyes awake. (''Shit.'') Beside you is your shitty flip phone you're barely managing to afford, its screen blinks the time: 10: | + | Your head is spinning. (''What time is it?'') You ask yourself as you groggily blink your eyes awake. (''Shit.'') Beside you is your shitty flip phone you're barely managing to afford, its screen blinks the time: 10:13 am. Slowly hurling yourself up, you sit up the bed eyeing your crap one room apartment. The corners, ceiling and parts of the wall are mouldy and dirty and half the appliances you own barely work, not to mention the sea of trash scattered throughout the floor. Reluctantly, you face the mirror, noticing that you're almost fully nude and your dark brunette hair is messed with knots and tangles making you look like absolute shit. Fuck, you pretty much smell like shit too, since the shower broke a month ago and you hardly have the money to fix it. |
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You check your phone to see if you have any messages for some kind of job or anything that pays. But sadly all you find is stupid junk mail, a few advertising penis enlargement (''Like I don't have a big enough penis already, fucktards''), a few chainmails (''Imma fucking go on a killing spree if you keep coming back on my emails again'') and mostly sex site advertisements (''do these women get paid alot to do porn, should I do porn?''). You sigh and place the phone back on the side leaving you to wonder what to do next. | You check your phone to see if you have any messages for some kind of job or anything that pays. But sadly all you find is stupid junk mail, a few advertising penis enlargement (''Like I don't have a big enough penis already, fucktards''), a few chainmails (''Imma fucking go on a killing spree if you keep coming back on my emails again'') and mostly sex site advertisements (''do these women get paid alot to do porn, should I do porn?''). You sigh and place the phone back on the side leaving you to wonder what to do next. | ||
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*[[Fuck this imma sleep in.]] | *[[Fuck this imma sleep in.]] | ||
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*[[Fuck my life man...]] | *[[Fuck my life man...]] | ||
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Current revision as of 16:57, 17 June 2021
Wake Up
Your head is spinning. (What time is it?) You ask yourself as you groggily blink your eyes awake. (Shit.) Beside you is your shitty flip phone you're barely managing to afford, its screen blinks the time: 10:13 am. Slowly hurling yourself up, you sit up the bed eyeing your crap one room apartment. The corners, ceiling and parts of the wall are mouldy and dirty and half the appliances you own barely work, not to mention the sea of trash scattered throughout the floor. Reluctantly, you face the mirror, noticing that you're almost fully nude and your dark brunette hair is messed with knots and tangles making you look like absolute shit. Fuck, you pretty much smell like shit too, since the shower broke a month ago and you hardly have the money to fix it.
You check your phone to see if you have any messages for some kind of job or anything that pays. But sadly all you find is stupid junk mail, a few advertising penis enlargement (Like I don't have a big enough penis already, fucktards), a few chainmails (Imma fucking go on a killing spree if you keep coming back on my emails again) and mostly sex site advertisements (do these women get paid alot to do porn, should I do porn?). You sigh and place the phone back on the side leaving you to wonder what to do next.
What should you do now:
