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"So you think that my breaking in to my house, packing a suitcase with my things, and scaring me to death will convince me to come with you? Well guess again. Now can you leave?" I stab a finger towards the suitcase sitting on my head. He must be insane! I think.
"Well, it wasn't my intention to scare you." he continues to grin, then turns to the chest sitting in the corner of my room. he pops it open and begins throwing things over his head in the direction of the suitcase. One of my older shirts, one I haven't worn in a while, smacks me in the face. I pry it off.
"Look, im not coming and that's that. your not needed here and you can leave and I wont be bothered. So yeah..." I trail off, loosing the authority in my voice.
He turns and look me up and down, "So are you going to wear that for the run? doesn't seem like something easy to move around in. do you have any sweatpants?" he turns, completely disregarding what I had said, and jabs away at the closet-panel touch pad.
"You have to listen! Im not going and that's final!" I yell a little too loud. A cold thought-mail shoots through my head, going where Ellie?
I bite my lip and try to clear my head, a friend wants me to go to the screening of 'Landing' tonight to meet her and her boyfriend. I told her im not going but she is insisting.
"That's a terrible lie, so was the screening..." Sam speaks up; out loud.
"Wh-what? How did you know I was...?" i stutter, completely amazed that he had been able to read my thought-transmission.
He shrugs, holding a pair of sweatpants and gym shorts, "I can explain that later. which ones?" he says, but i can tell he doesn't care about my concern and he is distracted.
"No, tell me now."
"Fine. I was able to listen in on your thought-main because i am an amazing hacker. now which ones." he says, holding the pants and shorts higher.
"okay, i got that. But how?"
"Your so curious," He says dropping his hands to his side coming close to me again. "I like that. Do you see it?" i ignore him and swerve around his figure. i grab the pants from his hand and kick the suit case on the bed. my clothes go flying in all directions.
"Im. Not..." i begin, taking in the scene of my disastrous room.
"Well, it wasn't my intention to scare you." he continues to grin, then turns to the chest sitting in the corner of my room. he pops it open and begins throwing things over his head in the direction of the suitcase. One of my older shirts, one I haven't worn in a while, smacks me in the face. I pry it off.
"Look, im not coming and that's that. your not needed here and you can leave and I wont be bothered. So yeah..." I trail off, loosing the authority in my voice.
He turns and look me up and down, "So are you going to wear that for the run? doesn't seem like something easy to move around in. do you have any sweatpants?" he turns, completely disregarding what I had said, and jabs away at the closet-panel touch pad.
"You have to listen! Im not going and that's final!" I yell a little too loud. A cold thought-mail shoots through my head, going where Ellie?
I bite my lip and try to clear my head, a friend wants me to go to the screening of 'Landing' tonight to meet her and her boyfriend. I told her im not going but she is insisting.
"That's a terrible lie, so was the screening..." Sam speaks up; out loud.
"Wh-what? How did you know I was...?" i stutter, completely amazed that he had been able to read my thought-transmission.
He shrugs, holding a pair of sweatpants and gym shorts, "I can explain that later. which ones?" he says, but i can tell he doesn't care about my concern and he is distracted.
"No, tell me now."
"Fine. I was able to listen in on your thought-main because i am an amazing hacker. now which ones." he says, holding the pants and shorts higher.
"okay, i got that. But how?"
"Your so curious," He says dropping his hands to his side coming close to me again. "I like that. Do you see it?" i ignore him and swerve around his figure. i grab the pants from his hand and kick the suit case on the bed. my clothes go flying in all directions.
"Im. Not..." i begin, taking in the scene of my disastrous room.
Encoded/Characters (c) LauraK
