Dima At Spencers: A Narrative Fiction

He apologizes for being slow to opening the door, and explains that he was napping, but he opens the door to find no one there, but only darkness.

Quickly she walks over to her roommate telling him all about what happened and who she found. She turns to Michael still sitting on the couch moving his head around to look the bright lights and picture frames on the wall. Intent to break the awkward silence at this moment she introduces each to the other, and swiftly leaves the room to change into more comfortable clothing. As Daisy leaves the room a clear tension between Michael and the roommate is seen. Slowly the roommate moves from the hall way and towards Michael in a clear hatred.

Suddenly a low noise came from outside the dorm startling Caroline causing her to hit her head on the fridge “Shit!” rubbing her head she decided to go check it out “probably some frat kids”

“You are, and what it is that my lil man wants to eat this morning?”

'Pardon me, what's happening here? A moment ago Silver asked me if I wanted the usual for breakfast, something that he never did. Now he asked you what would you like to eat … and by the way, what are those don't-know-what pastries?'

Mason curled into a ball rapping his blanket as tightly around himself as he could manage. this entire situation was getting out of hand. He hadn't been able to go anywhere without at least one self-righteous asshole following him around. Why won't these fuckers take a broad Mason thought taking a small sip of his coffee. "Damn" he mumbled the maid fucked up again another cold coffee normally Mason would make the blonde bitch bay for her mistakes but not today...No all he wanted to do was leave going almost a week without being able to go somewhere anywhere....

door burst open and there Collin was. " Lily!" He yelled, " Didn't I tell you to be in my room in 15 minutes?!". She didn't reply to

“Cera’s fiancé Tucker and a few other friends of ours from the village, Terra Reich and Marge Hawkins,” answered Katelyn. “The Dianic Wiccan witches I told you about. We need them to steal a few tons worth of ammonium nitrate from a farmer’s supply depot over on the other side of the mountain.”

“And how about the time when I wet the bed and was embarrassed? You dug out my old bedding and went and got me all new leaves and brush to lay on just so I wouldn’t feel bad.” said Spencer.

“My own property!” cried Mikolka. “Get in, everybody get in. She’ll pull you all. I’ll give it to her!” As the old hare, struck down in an utmost unbearable fashion, lay down to whimper her final breath, the young Raskolnikov rushes over the frenzied crowd to embrace his defeated friend.

"Can I have the last of your roll?" Vic asked from next to me at lunch. I shook my head at him, tearing off a piece of the bread and popping it into my mouth. He 's been so pushy lately; always stealing my food and always holding my hand. I

Born an outsider, he strongly feels that he doesn’t belong in a society that imposes certain ethical values into him. He is struggling to fit in this “Russian” state of mind.

“Oh no, while I was at the mini mart it slipped my mind and I forgot to buy the bread. Nancy, do you mind going by the store and picking it up for me?” Shirley asked.

“I say we go and steal his pancake farm, so he can't regain power,” suggested Spencer

"Yeah, and then the bitch OD'ed on heroine. I guess she was more of Deidara's type, going out with a bang." Sasori mentally applaud himself for the words, not realising the joke it also held.