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Day 5 Miss Right

After several months of talking to his mysterious girl online, he decided to meet her. And the best thing was that she agreed to it.

He had been crushing on this mysterious girl for months. They both forgot how, when and where they ended up talking, they just did.

She was nice, accommodating, decent and every nice words he could come up with. He had lost interest in any other real girl because of this girl. His friends make fun of him a lot for being a good boy nowadays.

He smirked as he silently thought, “Yeah, maybe I’m a good boy now.”

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The girl chose the place and he couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived at the restaurant situated on the 30th floor of a corporate building. The place is too…posh for him.

He’s a scruffy guy in his late 20s clad in his black pants and a Guns N Roses black shirt with a red plaid long sleeves plus a black leather jacket. He had his work backpack on his back, a mobile phone on his right hand, a special gift on his left hand and a piece of rose in his mouth to complete his idiotic look.

One wait staff assisted him upon entrance and asked if he had put any reservation. Before he could even answer, he saw a woman he so earnestly hated seated at the farthest table. He picked up his phone to call his date while he tried very hard to hide his face from his boss.

“Hello? Where are you?”

That’s the first time they called each other so he was surprised to hear the familiar voice. He looked up from the reception’s desk to find that very same woman sitting at the farthest table talking on the phone.

“Hello, are you there?”

Without a glance, he stormed out of the restaurant and ran for his life.

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He was in the park bench sitting, his mouth practically hanging open for a few minutes now. He couldn’t believe that the boss they all hated is his ideal girl.

How is she so different? At work, she always thinks she’s right that’s why all the guys at work call her Miss Right. Well aren’t we right about that subject- she turned up to be my Miss Right. Or is she?

 Also, she seemed so stiff at work, so strict and she rarely smiles.  Well, she’s almost the only girl among all the staff in the company so she probably put up a brave front.

He scratched his head again due to annoyance. He’s having a debate with his own thoughts.

He turned off his phone because he knew she would call. He decided that it’s best for her not to know him. After all, she wouldn’t like him anyway because the things that she has  were the same things he does not have in his life- fame, money, power.

When he arrived home, he found a couple of messages on his phone.

I might have scared you, huh? It’s okay, I understand. Everybody else in the office is scared of me. But you shouldn’t let a lady wait for nothing.

Next time you meet someone, please be kind enough to tell the lady if you’re not interested in coming. You see, that lady might have given up a lot of things that day for a few hours of meeting you. *she puts a smiley* Also, I don’t think there is a need for us to talk again since we both knew by now that I am not really that interesting to you.

His heart felt heavy. He was so confused as to who or what kind of girl she is. She was too different online and in real world.

Still, he felt really sorry for not turning up but he knew it was for the best.

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Day 4 The Visit

There were many people in the wake. Some of them went to him and gave their condolences. He never answered, nor lift his head. He was just there, staring at the floor.

Her stepmother and his brothers never bothered talking to him. They were all scared of his quiet demeanor the moment he arrived home. He never spoke to any of them.

The place seemed to stifle his thoughts so he went out to find a desolate place.

Leaning against a tree, he puffed smoke into the air and breathe the familiar scent he used to love so much. He heaved a deep sigh, “I can’t believe I quit this thing for months.” He silently laughed at the thought that he actually did it.

His phone rang but he didn’t budge nor even bothered picking it up for he knew who it was.

When his father died a couple of weeks ago, he went back to the country for the funeral. It hurt him so much to realize how much he wasted his time having fun abroad.

What really upsets him though was that just a few days after he died, his stepmother and brothers were all fighting for the inheritance and all his father’s properties.

A loud cracking sound turned him back to reality. He noticed his right hand was bleeding. He hated his family so much that the mere thought about all of them and their disrespect for his father’s death made him punched the tree absentmindedly.

Taking off his plaid polo shirt, he used it to cover the wound sloppily.

His phone rang again. “Hello….”, he paused.

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“Hello…Mom.”

“Are you in the country right now? Would you pay your Mom a visit?”

He laughed at the thought of the word visit.

“That’s more like it, son. I know how awful you must be feeling right now and I am sorry I couldn’t be there with you and your father. You know I loved your father, right?”

“I know, Mom. And I love you, too. I wish I said these words to Dad back when he was with us.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Your father knows you love him even if you didn’t say it much. So… will you pay your mother a visit?”

“I won’t…because I’m taking you out of that place.”

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Even from the faint light of the moon, his stepmother could see Joon from a distance.

Is he smiling? I could never understand this boy. What is wrong with him? Who is he talking to that can make him smile and laugh like that? Even his own father couldn’t make him that happy.

She smirked. Oh well, where else could he have gotten his bizarre attitude but from his crazy, delusional mother.

 


Done in 20. It’s too hard to come up with a character based on a combination of characteristics from 2 very different people.

Have you written any characters like these? What have you come up with? Feel free to share yours!

 

Day 1 The Apartment

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She was tired after moving the last box of her books, files and other belongings. She did not really have a lot of things except for her bed, a couple of drawers, a refrigerator and a laptop.

She sat down on the two-seat sofa she got on sale from a store just 2 blocks away from her new apartment. Megan heaved a sigh as she scanned the look of her new place. Surely, the place needed improvement and by the end of the month, she was sure she could finish painting the entire place. Unboxing and organizing will be done tomorrow because for now, she really needs to get a rest before she drives out a few miles tomorrow to meet clients in another city.

She slumped down the bed, without even washing her face or taking off her socks. A few minutes after and she has completely dozed off.

She woke up to the sound of the faucet going off, as if someone turned it on. It took her a minute to realize that she had moved out from her previous apartment so she basically did not have a roommate.

Goosebumps covered her nape and she could feel how cold she was as the reality hit her. It was almost too dark in the apartment if not for the light from the moon.

She hastily looked for the light switch and turned it on. The water pressure in the bathroom and kitchen’s faucet was strong, anyone would wake up from the sound of that turbulent water running. How can this be? Who turned this on?

She quickly turned the faucet off, got her wallet, phone and keys and stormed out of her apartment.

She knocked on Room 101, the room of the caretaker of the building. The moment he opened it, he was shocked to see her pale face.

“Are you okay?”, he asked as he looked at her curiously.

“What’s wrong with room 304? Did anyone die in there? What’s the reason why the other tenant left that place?”


Ha! 10 minutes is up! Well isn’t this fun? Although, I don’t really like why Day 1 has to hint about a thriller kind of story. Not my cup of tea but I admit, this was amusing to write.

I wonder what is in store for Day 2…