Cactus_Cookie9
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Daily - 3/30/24
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Word Count: 275
Colette opened her birdwatching journal, staring out the window. A pencil was clutched in her hand, ready to scribble things down if she caught new information. She had already written down multiple things from earlier, but it wasn’t as successful as previous attempts.
She breathed out a sigh, realizing how stuffy her room was. It was scorching outside, but she decided that it would be a little better to let a little air in. Colette pushed the pane up and almost immediately, voices began to ring in her head. They were the voices of people outside, talking back and forth to a melody of gibberish.
She immediately blinked in confusion. The voices were still there, attacking her ears like a swarm of bees. She disliked the buzzing sensation and shut her window, but she kept looking outside curiously.
I’m sure it’s just…a party on my floor. Yes, the people below us are having a party on their balcony! That must be it.
A furious honk came from a car on the street. Instead of a regular noise though, it filled Colette’s ears, which she immediately stuck her fingers into. She dived into her bed, covering herself with a blanket until she heard her mom knocking on her door.
“Come in!” She yelled, but there wasn’t a reply. She got up from her bed and twisted the doorknob open. No one was there.
“Oh, Bastien,” her mom supposedly said in a thick French accent, “you haven’t done your schoolwork again, I’ve just called your headmaster-”
Then, birds started to chirp, filling her ears with more annoying sounds.
Colette had never hated birds more than this moment.
|| - Notes: none
Word Count: 275
Colette opened her birdwatching journal, staring out the window. A pencil was clutched in her hand, ready to scribble things down if she caught new information. She had already written down multiple things from earlier, but it wasn’t as successful as previous attempts.
She breathed out a sigh, realizing how stuffy her room was. It was scorching outside, but she decided that it would be a little better to let a little air in. Colette pushed the pane up and almost immediately, voices began to ring in her head. They were the voices of people outside, talking back and forth to a melody of gibberish.
She immediately blinked in confusion. The voices were still there, attacking her ears like a swarm of bees. She disliked the buzzing sensation and shut her window, but she kept looking outside curiously.
I’m sure it’s just…a party on my floor. Yes, the people below us are having a party on their balcony! That must be it.
A furious honk came from a car on the street. Instead of a regular noise though, it filled Colette’s ears, which she immediately stuck her fingers into. She dived into her bed, covering herself with a blanket until she heard her mom knocking on her door.
“Come in!” She yelled, but there wasn’t a reply. She got up from her bed and twisted the doorknob open. No one was there.
“Oh, Bastien,” her mom supposedly said in a thick French accent, “you haven’t done your schoolwork again, I’ve just called your headmaster-”
Then, birds started to chirp, filling her ears with more annoying sounds.
Colette had never hated birds more than this moment.