Chapter #3You hang up the phone by: Unknown You're confused by the stray question, and dismissing the constant static from the other line, you came up with an immediate answer to this...
"No, sorry." The last thing you said before hanging up the phone.
Your back still rests nicely on the dining chair, finishing up your breakfast before seeing your family went separate ways.
Julia went ahead outside, going to the yard sale down the street.
Tina went back to her room, said that she got studying to do.
Sharon went to the kitchen and wash the dishes.
While you decided to went to the living room, rest yourself on the nice couch while continuing to scroll down your social media.
"Must be nice." You said, to a picture of your followed idol hanging out with, in fact surrounded, by 10/10 women.
Scrolling down posts, and came a picture of a movie star you followed as she's walking down the Met Gala with such a unique dress.
The dress framing her hourglass figure and only that, no cleavage or anything, though there's a side boob though.
With nothing else to do in the morning, you had no idea of anything to do.
Scrolling and rolling with the social media posts
The Saturday was young and yet you hadn't found anything to do but to scroll around your phone
A message then pops up in your phone
Its from Jimmy, "Huh..." You expressed
''Hey man, you free this afternoon?''
"Since now yeah, I'm free." You replied with a slight delight on your face
"Cool... l haven't buy a gift for Lucy's birthday, wanna join me later?" He texted
"Why not now? There's a yard sale down the street." You informed him
"The old man's yard sale? I doubt that Lucy will like those kind of stuff..." He texted
"Yeah, ancients and fossils doesn't sit well with her." You remembered, for being her girlfriend months ago.
"Well, I gtg... my mom yammering outside for me to start doing chores." He texted, which you sighed at this, having known his mom to be one of those moms.
Jimmy's mom, Emma, being pretty much another Sharon, one of those pushy moms but more religious and a blonde compared to Sharon's brunette.
Having nothing else to do till the afternoon, you go ahead upstairs to your room.
Shutting the door good before firing up your console.
Meanwhile, downstairs, a mysterious ghost popped its head into the house from the door to the garage
It gave a quick scan around the room before moving inside towards the unattended living room.
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