NO TITLE“Why are there clams in here?” Arisa Cox demanded as she looked into the toaster. “It’s ruined now! How am I supposed to toast my bagel if the toaster isn’t working?” She looked over at Skeeter Valentine exasperated. He looked like hell. He had been worked over by a couple of guys that he owed money to. His gambling was going to get him killed. “You look like a damn platypus,” she said.
“And the hits keep on coming,” Skeeter replied through his swollen lips.
“The sad thing is that he had the money at one point last night,” Jackie said. “He hit it big at the casino with more than enough to pay of Scooby Doo and the gang. But he decided to party it up instead. Rob tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t listen.”
“And here I was feeling sorry for you,” Arisa said. “That moment’s over.”
“You guys are supposed to be my friends,” Skeeter complained.
“There’s only so much we can do if you don’t want to take our advice,” Rob said as he came into the room. “Scooby’s gang is coming to finish the job if you don’t have the money by tonight. After seeing all those hookers and expensive food you were shelling out for, you probably are in more debt.”
“Finish the job?” Skeeter snarked, “what’s the worst they could do to me?”
“I wouldn’t wait to find out. You need to find a way to make that money by the end of the night.” Arisa said. “And NO more gambling”
They leave Skeeter alone in the room where he eventually dozes off. Hours later he wakes up and glances down at his phone for the time. He jumped up with a sudden burst of energy as this is where he realized the author had only a half hour left to finish this story, he had to come up with a plan and fast. He left his room into the main living area to realize he was the only one home. He pulled up his phone again to check to see what funds he had in his bank account.
“Ninety eight dollars and seventy two cents…” he said to himself. “I’m about nineteen point nine grand short. How am I supposed to come up with that kind of money in a couple of hours?”
He glanced up and noticed a little slip of paper has been pinned to the wall. It was a note. He read the note out loud to himself.
“Dear Skeeter, - Hi, it’s Rob, disclaimer, I am a bit behind on my daily written words count so excuse me if I make this note a little wordy. Anywho. Incase you have yet to realize you are home alone right now, you are home alone. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, the reason none of us are home is just in case you don’t get the money in time, the rest of us need to distance ourselves as much as possible. Nothing personal I’m sure you understand
. While I have you here also wanted to say that I have about 9 minutes before my day resets itself and I’m no where near my goal yet so mind if I just word vomit a little bit? Thanks I appreciate it. Now to tell you about Big Brothers most severely underrated player. In this essay I will outline just exactly why Sheila Kennedy is easily the player most deserving of the win that season, one of if not the smartest person on that season, and just the overall single person that gave Big Brother 9 a redeeming quality. Firstly-“
Skeeter aggressive closed the letter and threw it in the garbage. He had a severe irrational hate towards Sheila Kennedy for years. However it was at that moment, when the author had about 4 minutes left, where he realized just what exactly he needed to do in order to get that money in time. He devised a complex, multi step plan with many crucial moving parts that can be summed up in about 3 simple words, and those words, just so happened to be:
To be continued.
Subject: Story #6 