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    7 Days (Contemplation)

    ALL:  Carmen!

    CARMEN:  Okay, okay we’re going but I want to be home by 10. 

    And again, they all eyed me like I was a mental case.  Some friends I got.  Duh?

    RANNIE:  By the way, you’re okay to date a butch right? 

    CARMEN:  And I weakly replied, bring it on.

    Silently I was hesitant.   I didn’t want to get any butch worked up for nothing so this is going to require special efforts from me.  I dated different types of women before so it didn’t really matter.  I just didn’t want to let my friends down.   I know they only want me to stop running away.

    After Audrey dropped me, I had like an hour until boarding time.  So I got a magazine to kill time.  The flight will be less than a couple of hours and freedom will be at my fingertips.  God I’m so excited!!!  7 days of tranquility, 7 days of not having a care in the world what time it is, 7 days of San Mig Lights and barbeques, 7 days of not hearing my friends talk about me wasting my life away…7 sweet days.  I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard them announce that our plane is ready for boarding. 

    I got off the plane and with my lone backpack I waited in line for the boat ride that would take me to my sweet island. 

    I saw a group of friends smoking and chatting near the docks.  I couldn’t believe that one of them was wearing heels to Bora and had a Louis Vuitton luggage with wheels.  How the fuck can you pull that thing on the sand?  Anyway, it ain’t my business but I guess I was staring too long with my mouth open so one of them caught my eye. 

    These rich brats are here to ruin my vacation.  Well that won’t happen. I waited for this and I plan to enjoy every minute.  Oh no!  I’m talking to myself again.

    I think that last line came out too loud for my liking.  Good thing, the boat is here.

    Oh great!  We’ll be on the same boat!  This can’t be great.  I despise rich kids.  They do nothing but throw away mom and dad’s money on some flimsy fixation.  I guess I’m just envious.  I grew up with whatever was needed.  I didn’t have a lot of toys or clothes like some people I know but I wouldn’t say that I had a dreadful childhood.  It was just okay. 

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