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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:00 pm
Jon groaned when she performed the Heimlich. He lost the air in his lungs, and began gasping for more air. He then began muttering a string of foul language, and began muttering about people's lack of fun.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:13 pm
"See? Again, what did I say? It was going to hurt." Love moved her head so she could look at him over his shoulder. "Now that's why you don't mess with me about stuff like that. Tabby's influence, y'know."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:51 pm
Jon kept muttering and scratched behind his head. He then began eating again, still slightly upset about her ruining his joke.
-"I'm starting to like this Tabby less and less..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:47 pm
"Yeah, that's what most guys say. Girl's, on the other hand, love her." Tabby loosened her arms a bit so she could hug him before she sat down again. "It's because she's over-protective. At least when it comes to dating."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 1:56 pm
Jon rolled his eyes. Oh, he knew the type. Jon couldn't help but shake his head a little while he thought of his previous encounter with an over-protective PTSA mom.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:59 pm
Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*****t! he thought to himself while sprinting.
"Hey come back here with those bread rolls!" A big guy with a thick mustache and a dirty apron on yelled. He was chasing a boy who just stole some bread rolls from his store.
How was I suppose to know he was a captain of a high school track team , the boy whined in his thoughts as he was running for his life.
**Flashback**
Hiro, a young boy with big dreams, but a small instrument. He just got off the airport to go a school of the arts that he was invited to in the mail.
"Good thing I borrowed mom's credit card or I would be in deep trouble hehe", he chuckled. A loud roaring noise came from his stomach.
I haven't ate in a while maybe I should get something.
He went into a small convenience store to get some chips and a drink, but when he gave the clerk his credit card it was denied.
"I am sorry sir, but this is not working. Do you something else?"
Whaaaaaaa?! You old hag! I bet you did this on purpose. Oh well its not like much was on there anyway, he thought to himself while giving an angry look. He did not come from a wealthy family. He too had to get a full time job to help her mother pay off her bills.
Two days has passed since he left the airport, walking to the School and has yet to eat anything. He didn't look too well and he was no longer walking, but limping. He saw a bakery and decided to enter it. What he saw was almost a bread heaven. Hot and tender looking bread everywhere with the steam that almost had a tan color. He did not notice, but he began to drool.
"Welcome sir! How may I help you?" A big guy with a deep voice and a very cheesy mustache asked. Hiro paused for a minute staring at a basket of steamy bread roles.
"I AM SORRY I'LL PAY YOU BACK LATER!", he yelled out as he rushed out the door running. He took a bite out of one bread roll while running, "oh I think someone is really looking out for me."
"Hey come back here with those bread rolls!"
**End Flashback**
Hiro was huffing and puffing, running as hard as he could. He made two sharp right turns and lost the big guy with the cheesy mustache.
"Thank God!" trying to catch his breathe and stuffing bread in his mouth. He turned around to see that he had arrived at the school of the arts.
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