Sunday, October 5, 2008

Interesting Day

It was late, probably past 2 am. A girl sits in front her computer, ignorant to what she will find there today, something that will inevitably change her life forever. For better, or for worse, it was happening. She looked back on how her day was, and never could have expected it would turn out like this.

The day started just like any other day for her. Krystal woke up at a normal time, around 1 pm, at least normal for her. She did not have any work today, and that feeling always gave her relief. While she did like Chinese food, and she did like driving, somehow two things she enjoyed when put together, were agony for her.

Her job didn’t require much labor in any sense, it still was quite a bother. Many hours she had spent, sitting around waiting for orders to come in. It was then she was thankful for that she never left her house without her Nintendo DS. There was a lot of down time for her to play one of her many games. But when the orders do come in they come in fast, to the point where she would have to make four or five deliveries in one run, weaving in and out of traffic to make up time. For her efforts she would get a nice gratuitous thank you from the customers in the a large tip. Though she also got the, “its about time,” with a tiny two to three dollar tip.

Also lucky for her, it was a Saturday. The days that began with a S were her favorite by far. These days meant one thing, it was the weekend and there were no classes. Such a feeling of freedom always made her dance around in her pajamas as soon as she awoke. The homework would sometimes try to haunt her while she was relaxing the day away. Popping in to visit during random times of the day. However, she could easily shake it away and focus back on to what she was doing.

The game was on, and it was a game featuring her favorite team. Though what made it even more so enjoyable was that her best friend finally found time to spend with her. Watching the game with Samantha was a much more fun then watching it alone. Sam was very, in Krystal’s words, a very vocal person. Sam new how to make everything more fun for Krystal. They had known each other since long before they could remember anything else. The Marlins won, and it gave them reason to celebrate, well at least reason to do something else they both enjoyed.

They would head off to Krystal’s game room, which consists of a yellow and orange sofa couch, a 32 inch TV, and her new system, the Nintendo Wii. The two girls plopped on the puffy couch and sunk in a good 3 inches. Turn on the tv and the Wii, gripped the wheel, hit the gas, and they were off. Luigi gets off to an early start, but Daisy is right behind him, with 6 other racers behind them. The set of races were longer then normal with a mushrooms, turtle shells, and lots of car crashes and explosions. Good times.

After a few hours of fun and laughter, its was after 11 and Sam had to head back home. Leaving Krystal a good 5 hours to kill before her normal bedtime. At times like these she would take a long hot shower. She really enjoyed a good shower. It was always so warm and relaxing. But what she liked most about it was it gave her time to think. There were no pressures from the outside world and it let her mind wonder. However, today she had a much more free time then usual so she decided to go from a shower into a bath. She plugged up the drain and let the tub fill as she took her long hot shower. And from there she soaked in the tub.

Now that she was all clean, she hops on to her computer and log into her favorite RP forum and post a few replies. She had made a lot of friends on this site, but none more so then her close friend Ken. It was clear to her that he was pretty interested in her, but she was unsure of how she felt about him.

There was a private message in her mail box. It was from Ken. Krystal quickly opened it, and read its contents. ‘Hey Krystal, im coming to town today, and I think I’ll stop by your house if you don’t mind. If you don’t reply, I’ll just take it as a yes.’ Just then, her doorbell rang.

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