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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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