Ding.
Arielle smiled. There was only one person in her entire circle of acquaintences that played pinball, let alone advertised that they played pinball, let alone made a list of serial screen names about the fact that they played pinball, and that was Cadance. Cadance, self-declared Screen Name Queen, had more instant messenger identities than Paris Hilton had shoes, for she was constantly growing bored with her old names. Arielle clicked the window opened, instinctively adding this new Cadance alias to her buddy list.
Legally Blonde 2?!
I'm jealous.
Letting her fingers dance out her reply, Arielle wheezed a laugh. "L........o........l. What's....going....on.....there?"
A pause. Ding.
We're up to our elbows in frog guts.
Well, we were.
Now we're up to our elbows in grease-flavored cardboard. Wheeee cafeteria fries!
I haven't decided which is worse.
Fifth period lunch. The highlight of Arielle's day, that today, she was deprived of. "Frog....guts? Now.....I'm....jealous."
Fifth period lunch was a forty-seven-minute block of wonder, brought about by uncensored jokes, unlimited volume, and Kellen. Kellen himself was a six-foot-two block of wonder, topped with the softest brown hair imaginable and eyes like the Adriatic. Fifth period lunch was the only time of day that Arielle found herself within ten feet of Kellen while his girlfriend was nowhere to be found. Fifth period lunch was a wonderful, wonderful time.
Everyone wants to know where you are.
And why you're partying without them.
I assured them that you're on your deathbed.
They're satiated.
"Well....isn't....that......sweet.....of them." Arielle hesitated. Before she could ask Cadance for a play-by-play recount of everything that had occured in her absence, there was a Ding.
Kellan wants to be sure you've left all your worldly possessions to him.
I told him I get your pants.
He said Damn. Lmao.
The Hallelujah Chorus was having a jam session in Arielle's soul. She moved her cursor to Kellan's screenname, mentally noting to thank Cadance profusely when he wasn't around.
"It's......heartwarming......how.....my.......death........is......a........fiscal...........advancement.....for you. Gold-digger."
A pause. Ding. New Message from Kell215.
LoL. Love U.
"You....still.....don't.......get.......my.....pants." Arielle slapped her palm to her forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, DUMBASS!
Aww. ):
Arielle sighed. The twenty-first century came along with a new method of torture, and it was AIM.
[So....yes. Not so proud of this part; less writing and more digital dialogue. Well, more groundwork has been laid out. Sorry for the wait, busy busy busy. More coming. Hopefully better.]
1 comment:
I like this. The setup of following the conversation, button-stroke by button-stroke really puts the reader in the perspective of Arielle. Dialogue really gets the character interaction going and can chop up the rhythm. That can be good or bad. I think this so far is the former.
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