Chapter 3A Chapter by Jemma Packman
In her apartment, Charlie was lounging on her soft, deep red fabric couch. The only sounds were the clinking of the spoon against the dish in her hand and the crunch of the cereal she was eating. Her phone vibrated on the black glass of the coffee table beside her. Charlie sighed, dropped the spoon in the dish and looked at her phone. With another sigh, she stood up, stuffed her phone in the front pocket of her ripped black jeans and took the dish to the kitchen. After throwing the dish in the sink, she sluggishly made her way back to the couch, droppped herself on it and rubbed her face in an effort to wake herself up. With a yawn and a quick shake of her head, Charlie reached down the side of the couch to grab her worn, black converse. She quickly pulled her shoes on and stood up, grabbing a tattered leather jacket and a plain blue beanie that matched her T-shirt. Slipping those on, Charlie opened the door, only to be stabbed in the arm with a key. "Oh, s**t, Charlie, are you ok?" Charlie nodded and smiled softly at a very apologetic looking Shannon. Shannon held up the plastic bag in her other hand for Charlie to see. "I got Chinese. Do you want me to save you the leftovers?"
Charlie moved aside so Shannon could come in and steps out of the door. "Please. Thanks." Charlie closed the door behind her. Shannon put the bag of food on the coffee table before hanging up her coat and bag. She took a seat on the couch and a small chuckle escaped her lips. "Two words." She raised an eyebrow as she removed the food from the bag. "Maybe she'd have said more if I'd got pizza." © 2016 Jemma PackmanFeatured Review
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