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There I sat in the office, watching a short video clip. I was really bored. It was of cute pandas knawing on ties. Just when I was about to end it, the phone rang which vibrated the table, which flickered the light which disturbed my fish.
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I was in the office, wearing my clip-on tie. I was reading a magazine which had the cutest pandas around. The phone rang, which vibrated the lamp, causing it to fall into the fish tank. The lamp was on and electrocuted the fish.
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The manager fixed his collar as he walked down the hallway, checking himself in the mirror on the way. His vest was slightly wrinkled and smelly, and his legs were not shaved. He scrunched his nose at his own smell, but carried on. "Nice pony-tail!" He said, trying his hardest to give a decent compliment. She laughed at him, going back to crunching numbers. After doing so, she threw away her old poster of her manager, hoping he wouldn't notice.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Today seemed like a floral day, filled with the pinks and yellows of the beatufil flora. There was a dog with a nice rump, who was eating a lint roller. I went inside to get some pop, Then back out to the pool. Unusually, it was being unresponsive like a computer. We had to re-calibrate its surface, which took an awful long time on the water.
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My brother sits on the curb of the street and pathetically asks for donations. Mainly donations of caramel and erasers, since we have never had such nice things. But at least I have some sane left in me. He thinks life is all a game, but it is rather real. Caramel and erasers won't do us much, anyway. I, on the other hand, have always wanted a computer and to be online with my friends who are away in Pakistan. Have I ever gotten that wish? No. Will I ever? No. Instead, I'm stuck in this shack, where my mom is nearly embedded with the flowers. It's pure madness.