Hi guys!
Please don't hate this is my first post and I'm not very good at writing. Please enjoy reading.
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Five more hours I mumbled quietly to myself as my alarm started blaring. The sunlight is pouring out of the windows. It's very bright in here- I get up and close the blinds. My head hurts I definitely have a hangover from last night. I should put a reminder on my phone to never drink so much on a Tuesday. I lay back down on the floor. I really don't have enough energy to do anything today. I still have work though. I have work every single weekday at 07:45. I really don't know why I chose to be a sociologist. I get up to eat breakfast. I put some butter on a slice of bread and pop it into the toaster oven. I sit down for a second debating if I could spare another ten minuets of sleep. Ultimately I had to get up and make coffee or else I might resort to murder. So I went to my hideous red coffee machine and got it to work after five minuets of struggling. Then as the smell of coffee filled the room I noticed my bread was burnt. I was about to scream but I realized my neighbors wouldn't really appreciate it so I sat there trying not to scream. Then my phone started ringing. Oh great I thought another fuck up. I got up off the kitchen floor and checked I had a message from Aaron. He said "Marc, I need your help with something it's not that major but the sooner you can come the better." This shit head knows I have work yet still tells me to come over. Despite my better judgement I decide to go to his place, but of course. Just as I leave my door alarms start blaring. I thought my apartment building thought I was trying to rob my self. Then the speakers screech with some old lady saying that no one can leave or enter in the apartment complex, and to get back inside NOW! I let out a small scream not that loud, but loud enough for my neighbors to want to call the police. I open my ugly green door and enter my apartment again. I really hope no one is dying here because I still have student loans to pay off and me being dead isn't going to help me. I throw my brown satchel on the couch and take off my sneakers. Then I decide to email my boss. Of course he doesn't reply so I go to text Aaron I can't meet up with him. He calls me
"Dude you won't believe what just happened to me"
"I can't leave my apartment now I have to guess what happened to you. Smooth."
"No dude seriously guess."
"Fine did your weird dog fall off the bridge again."
"No dude Chewy is a great dog, but seriously you don't know?"
"Um no what is it Aaron."
"I JUST BANGED HOT KAREN FROM JUNIOR HIGH DUDE. I told you I was gonna try at the party last night weren't you listing"
"I don't actually remember a lot from last night."
"Oh man nothing- damn you don't remover the crazy crap you did-. Man"
"Dude I probably did nothing."
"Nah dude you know why your on lockdown"
***beeeeeeeep***
"What no why?"
Shit