For the third consecutive morning, she woke up to the ringing of the telephone. It was J again.
J: "There's another association meeting tonight at 8.30, will you be going?"
H: "No, I won't."
She then put down the phone and returned to dreamland. She practically slept the whole day, getting out of bed once or twice for meals only. In the evening, the neighbours were having friends over and making a ruckus. She went over to have a word with them about the noise. She noticed that the friends were playing PS3. "Little Big Planet" and "FIFA 09" were amongst some of the titles lying around in their living room. She had no idea what the games were about and glanced around. Her eyes stopped on a book, "I’m not sick, just a bit unwell", written by a local girl. Instead of getting into an argument with the neighbour about the noise, she ended up borrowing the book from her. Getting home, she got into bed again.
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hmmm... are u talking about yourself or writing a fiction?
i browsed through your achieve... this should be quite real huh. that book is not bad. yvonne would have made good a new purchase though.
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