Boredom… the story.

::Despair:: “Ohhh.. where is everyone? Oh poor me.. I am so lonely, and so bored.. my boredom just consumes me, in such a consuming way…”

She sits and stares at the ground. Her eyes shift over slowly to her pants, glaring at two huge holes in the left knee. She rolls up her pant legs, and sets her foot on the computer desk. She isnt fond of shoes, so her feet are dirty, and quite odiferous. Her stepdad probably wouldnt like this much, so she laughs evilly. She looks at her toe, for no particular reason, and flicks it. Strange impulses have always nagged at her. She puts her foot back down on the ground, and sighs. Fidgeting restlessly, she messes up her hair, then throws her hands down in disgust. Another long sigh follows, and she stares at the computer screen.

In the next room, she hears the clanging of her dogs collar as he scratches himself. She looks over, and the dog is staring at her stupidly, his tongue hanging out of his mouth sideways. Making eye contact, she winces. The dog stands up, and walks by her. She is strong, fighting the urge to knock him in his stupid head. She holds hostility toward the dog. Why? Its a mystery.

Her eyes become dry, and she blinks forcefully a few times. Once again the dog walks by, noisily bounding up the stairs. Moments later, loud barking and hissing is heard as the cat and dog fight. The cat always wins.

Annoyed, she furiously itches at a radioactive mosquito bite on her foot. She looks down at the bite, and becomes suspicious.

“What if it wasn’t a mosquito? What if some mysterious bug layed eggs in my skin? What if I have west nile and OH MY GOD I will die!!”,she thinks to herself, as the itching continues. It starts to become sore, and she puts her foot down, cursing at all of the damn mosquitos under her breath. Oh, she thinks it would be nice to be enclosed in a cozy little bubble, free of such things.

Her mind wanders, dreaming up plans of building a people bubble. Never able to stick to things, her mind quickly wanders to something else.

She looks around the room, desperately trying to find something to keep her attention. She looks out the window, and sees a white truck drive by. Boring. She glances by the keyboard and sees an old coffee cup with cold coffee inside. She moves the cup slightly, seeing if the coffee has developed “skin”. She learns that it hasnt, and quickly becomes bored again.

Once again she lets her mind wander, and she is annoyed as it goes to guys.. she smacks her forehead, trying to expel the stupid thoughts from her head. She loves guys, and she hates guys. Best not to deal with them, she thinks.

She feels a tickle in her throat, and coughs lightly. Angered, she shakes her fist at the sky, yelling curses to any beings to put her in such a condition.

“Damn cold! Oh, damn you!” She yells.

She coughs again. Damn. She puts on a fake smile, and glares at the computer screen. She drums her fingers on the keyboard. She looks in various directions and moves her head from side to side, along with her lovely keyboard music. Then, the last and most dramatic pound on the keyboard before the song is over:

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