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Charlotte Webber, 26
Matt Polster, 29
::disclaimer::
all characters in this story are fictitous.
any resemblance to anyone in real life
is purely coincidental.
you have to read it from the bottom up
(this means from the first post to the most recent).
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Thursday, January 20, 2005
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As Matt walked on, the smirk on his face grew wider. He was trying his best to force himself not to turn back and grin at her. "She must be so furious right now. I wish I could see her angry face!" he thought. Sometimes he enjoyed making women feel antagonised and upset because he feels that he still held some power.
He was right; Charlotte was so insulted that her forehead resembled a prune and she was not smiling one bit. She had her arms folded across her chest and stormed through the park. She couldn't believe her luck to meet up with such a ruffian on the street.
"Buskers. How mean can they get? Argh!" she said as she got back to her apartment and slumped on her new couch, "how can they just bump you and hurl insults at you?"
Charlotte's mother appeared from the room. "Who has incurred the wrath of my beloved daughter?" Charlotte looked up and her features soften. She stood up and went to the kitchen to get a drink to cool off.
"Some busker guy just bumped into me at the nearby park and then we got into a quarrel," she said as she poured herself some juice.
"Was he cute?" her mother asked. Charlotte gasped, "Mom! I'm talking about an obnoxious man and you're asking me if he's cute? What sort of question is that? You should be asking me like 'did he hurt you?' or 'how did he insult you?' and not 'was he cute'!"
Charlotte's mother laughed, "My dear, you are so uptight. I'm sure he didn't mean it. He might just want to be your friend and you assumed he was looking for trouble... Like all men who appeared in your life."
Charlotte frowned and said rather righteously, "No! I'm always nice to everyone." Her mother gave her a knowing look, "Let me just name a few of your victims, Peter from the inn, Lenny from the grocers, not forgetting Mark and George from the dentist? What about..."
"...Okay I get your point! I'm officially tagged the mean girl on the block," Charlotte said and rolled her eyes, "but this is one guy that retaliates. It's so infuriating!"
Charlotte sat back down on the couch with her mother and cuddled in with her. Though it was the summer, she still loved to be beside her mother and stay close to her. Her mother had been the source of her strength over the six months. She was the reason why Charlotte decided to stay strong.
"Just be the fun loving girl that lives inside of you and everyone will love you, like I do," her mother said. Charlotte was comforted and she smiled. "I will... thanks for all your encouragement," she said and hugged her mother.
and the story continues
on...