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“Good morning,” she calls, her cheery voice echoing down the hall. I grit my teeth. First of all, it’s 7 AM. Second, it’s Monday. Third, in two hours, our team has a meeting with our draconian boss where he thoroughly enjoys chewing us out. To make matters worse, we’re the only two here. Ever since the secretary quit two months ago, the responsibility of setting up the conference room for weekly meetings has become ours, since we’re the youngest two in the team. God, I can’t wait for them to hire someone new. She plops down next ...
Submitted to Contest #104
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Angie asks as we meander out of the office. It’s been a long week, and everyone wants to chill. For Angie and my other coworkers, it means heading to the bar down the block for drinks. For me, it means not seeing any other living creatures except my cat and my plants until Monday morning. “I’m sure,” I smile. “My friend is coming over tonight, and we’re going to hang out this weekend.” It’s a bald-faced lie, but I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about it. My coworkers are all nice people, but i...
Submitted to Contest #103
“It’s a sign,” I told my best friend Cara excitedly. The cutest guy in our sophomore year, Jake, had been assigned to sit next to me in Biology class, and surely we were meant to be. In my teenage mind, we would be a real life Edward and Bella. “It doesn’t mean anything,” she’d said and I’d laughed at her for being so pessimistic. Later when he asked me out, I rubbed it in her face, but I suppose she got the last laugh when I caught them in bed together two years later. “It’s a sign,” I told my sister over the phone, pushing b...
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