Waiting Ring

I sit at home waiting anxshously for the phone to ring.

It feels as I’m sitting in a docters office waiting for an appoitment.

The huge clock on the kitchen wall gives a loud TICK:

I sit in the huge brown rusty smelling chair as my fingers tap so loudly they sound like drums pounding. Then souldenly ringing as loud as air sirins fills the room.

I stretch my arm out a coupla of miles and pick up,

what weighs like a ton of bricks, the reciver.

What took place in half a second seemed to last half an hour.

“Hello” I said as fast as lighting.

I waited for the sound of her pretty sounding voice but instead I heard anothor.

That voice said

“DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAA!!!!!!

That annoying voice came from my blondish, fat blimp of a Friend Jeff,

who loved to call me when I didn’t want him to.

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