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My creative writing dialogue

"Hey Kavi," drawled a voice from in front of her.
Oh please God, this is not what I need right now.
"Didn't see you at school yesterday, where were ya?"
I obviously wasn't there genius. I was at home, puking my guts out. Hence, today I am at the supermarket buying Popsicles and chicken soup. But now that I've seen you I feel myself slipping back into a state of perpetual illness.
"What, has the cat got your tongue?"
Do you see a cat? I guess I should probably expect you to. After all, college probably hasn't taught you the difference between a mountain lion and a human being detesting you yet. That usually comes in second semester’s classes.
"Hmmm, somebody doesn't want to talk. To bad there’s a line from hell and you're stuck with me. In fact, I think I might be enjoying driving you up a wall. So I'm just going to stand here and keep on talking to you until my face turns blue."
Hopefully a nice shade of aqua will come sooner than later. What is it with men nowadays? Can't take a hint to save their life.
"So whatcha buying Kavi baby?"
What does it look like Andy? I'm buying a small child to sacrifice under the full moon this evening, a magic wand to ward off the police during the violent killing, and rat poison to come after you when I'm done. Why don't you just leave me the hell alone? I never bother you. In fact, I make it a point to not bother you. I wouldn't want to be seen next to your Tommy-fucking-look-at-me-I’m-better-than-you clothes and your cheap ass jewelry anyhow. So carry on your merry way and leave me alone already.
"Awwwww, Kavi, you're so adorable when you're mad, you know that? I could just eat you up right now."
Please do, put me out of my misery.
He nudged her in the shoulder with a hand full of Snickers bars. "Come on, lighten up already darlin’. I'm just trying to be friendly here."
He did NOT just touch me. He DID NOT just flippin touch me. I can't believe this kid. A freshman even, and he’s not aware that some people value their personal space over their life. He obviously hasn't heard about that whole "three-foot bubble" theory. What I wouldn't give right now for my own three-foot bubble. Just keep all the creeps like him away from me. It’s time like these that make me wish concealed weapons were legal. Would make my life a lot easier.
"Friendly, you know. F-R-I-E-N-D-L-Y."
Whoa, take a step back there buddy. Where did you learn how to spell?
"You know Kavi, I bet people would like you a lot more if you actually talked to them once in awhile."
Maybe if I close my eyes really tight and click my heels together a few times he'll go away. She shut her eyes and shuffled her feet around a little. Damn, it didn't work. Oh, well. It was worth a shot.
"Socialized even."
You know Andy, socializing is overrated. The majority of human beings in this day and age are too underdeveloped to hold a meaningful conversation, and I'm not going to waste my precious breath trying to talk to a rock. Case in point, I'm not talking to you right now. Oh well, you can't expect miracles from everyone all the time...now can you?
"Can I help you sir?" The woman behind the check out snapped Andy out of his current mission of driving Kavi crazy. "Paper or plastic?"
Thank God, saved by the check out chick.
"Comes to twelve twenty-seven."
Andy handed the woman the money and turned to Kavi once again.
"I really hope you become more pleasant for your sake hon. See you around," he said as he took his change and purchases from the woman.
"Yeah, see you around," Kavi retorted in a dry voice.


Nov. 20th, 2002 03:21 am (UTC)
don't tell anyone who helped...



ta ta

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