The film club (Abb1)
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Your thoughts are interrupted as you pull up to the little yellow house you share with your brother, Alex. The two of you have worked hard to keep this house in shape, having already lost the home in which you once lived with your parents. | Your thoughts are interrupted as you pull up to the little yellow house you share with your brother, Alex. The two of you have worked hard to keep this house in shape, having already lost the home in which you once lived with your parents. | ||
| - | As you pull up to the house, you see a dark car parked out front. Alex is standing in the doorway, his blonde hair mussed up like it always is after work, talking to an angry-looking man in sunglasses. | + | As you pull up to the house, you see a dark car parked out front. Alex is standing in the doorway, his blonde hair mussed up like it always is after work, talking to an angry-looking man in sunglasses. Rolling your window down as you cruise down the street, you can hear the tail of of their conversation. |
| + | "I've been working overtime for three weeks straight. | ||
What do you do? | What do you do? | ||
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Angrily tell the man off (Abb1)]] |
*[[Suburban home (Abb1)]] | *[[Suburban home (Abb1)]] | ||
*[[Wealthy parents (Abb1)]] | *[[Wealthy parents (Abb1)]] | ||
[[Category: Windy Lea Stories]] | [[Category: Windy Lea Stories]] | ||
Revision as of 02:55, 6 September 2011
Film club sounds perfect. You have always had an interest in the film industry. Video plans in color, black and white, stop-motion and animation whirl through your head as you drive home in the baby blue Ford you fixed up yourself.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you pull up to the little yellow house you share with your brother, Alex. The two of you have worked hard to keep this house in shape, having already lost the home in which you once lived with your parents.
As you pull up to the house, you see a dark car parked out front. Alex is standing in the doorway, his blonde hair mussed up like it always is after work, talking to an angry-looking man in sunglasses. Rolling your window down as you cruise down the street, you can hear the tail of of their conversation. "I've been working overtime for three weeks straight.
What do you do?
