Enter Amira.
Amira Armelle flips enters the blank document and types away desperately, she tries to compensate for the time she’d lost while procrastinating the 1500 word essay she was supposedly “finishing” for the past 3 hours. She had spent the majority of the day loitering around the beach town with her best friends, Rosi and Maria, as there wasn’t much else to do in the small beach town of Navarre when ignoring your responsibilities. But as they always do, these responsibilities will inevitably sneak up on you from behind and ruthlessly disembowel you. At least that's how Amira felt at the present moment as she ineffectively attempted to conjure the few words she’d gathered from her assigned reading. Shakespeare was a mysterious poet, …show more content…
“Hey Honey, how’s the paper going!” Chirps Amira’s mother from the other line.
Mrs. Armelle loves her daughter very much and finds it best to check up on her often in order to keep her own sanity. “Ummm, it’s going great mom, I just finished my body paragraph on Hamlet’s monologue…” she began, knowing full and well she hadn’t even titled the page. “That’s great sweetpea! Have you called your grandmother today, she always hates when you don’t call her at least once a week. She’s been chewing me out for the past hour about how kids these days can’t even call their own frail grandmothers...” Mrs Armelle, droned on about the importance of involving grandparents in the lives of their grandchildren, especially when a certain child moves away from home. Amira’s cellphone buzzes
Sometime as her mother went on about pies or what may it be, Amira gets a text from Rosi.
‘Meet tmmrw @ 11, B.M. Urgent business, will talk later’
Amira unpleasantly snorts. Leave it to Rosi to make their habitual visit to their favorite and only Asian Fusion cafe, Boba Manor, sound as if they are plotting a top secret revenge of a long dead literary genius. As Amira realizes that her mother had been rambling on about pastries for the past half hour, she decides it's best to cut …show more content…
“ I thought you said you finished your body paragraph already…?” Her mother inquired. “Got to go Ma! I promise to call you more often, Goodnight!” Amira rushed, face heated in the fact she’d been caught. “ Ok Hon, CALL YOUR GRANDMA!! YOU HERE!!” Her mother screeches
Amira Armelle flips enters the blank document and types away desperately, she tries to compensate for the time she’d lost while procrastinating the 1500 word essay she was supposedly “finishing” for the past 3 hours. She had spent the majority of the day loitering around the beach town with her best friends, Rosi and Maria, as there wasn’t much else to do in the small beach town of Navarre when ignoring your responsibilities. But as they always do, these responsibilities will inevitably sneak up on you from behind and ruthlessly disembowel you. At least that's how Amira felt at the present moment as she ineffectively attempted to conjure the few words she’d gathered from her assigned reading. Shakespeare was a mysterious poet, …show more content…
“Hey Honey, how’s the paper going!” Chirps Amira’s mother from the other line.
Mrs. Armelle loves her daughter very much and finds it best to check up on her often in order to keep her own sanity. “Ummm, it’s going great mom, I just finished my body paragraph on Hamlet’s monologue…” she began, knowing full and well she hadn’t even titled the page. “That’s great sweetpea! Have you called your grandmother today, she always hates when you don’t call her at least once a week. She’s been chewing me out for the past hour about how kids these days can’t even call their own frail grandmothers...” Mrs Armelle, droned on about the importance of involving grandparents in the lives of their grandchildren, especially when a certain child moves away from home. Amira’s cellphone buzzes
Sometime as her mother went on about pies or what may it be, Amira gets a text from Rosi.
‘Meet tmmrw @ 11, B.M. Urgent business, will talk later’
Amira unpleasantly snorts. Leave it to Rosi to make their habitual visit to their favorite and only Asian Fusion cafe, Boba Manor, sound as if they are plotting a top secret revenge of a long dead literary genius. As Amira realizes that her mother had been rambling on about pastries for the past half hour, she decides it's best to cut …show more content…
“ I thought you said you finished your body paragraph already…?” Her mother inquired. “Got to go Ma! I promise to call you more often, Goodnight!” Amira rushed, face heated in the fact she’d been caught. “ Ok Hon, CALL YOUR GRANDMA!! YOU HERE!!” Her mother screeches