Hanyougirl1234's Writers block...., Bleh, I lost my writing ability...

Um, I started a story, but I only got a bit up. Sorry, please, bear with me? I just made it up a month ago.

A young woman about 17 was sitting in her house reading a magazine. She was reading about the lives of real teenagers who committed suicide. She never wanted to do that. She lifted her head up and looked out her patio window. It was a beautiful day and she needed to get some things done. Setting the magazine aside, she got up and stretched. Her long arms reached to the sky as her black hair flowed down her back. She yawned and walked to her kitchen and opened the fridge. Nothing. What was new? She groaned and walked over to the cabinet, only ramen noodles.
“ Finally, some food… I really need to go shopping.” She said taking the cup ramen from the cabinet. She poured some water into the cup and set it for 2 minutes to heat up in the microwave. She plopped down on her sofa as she waited for the microwave to go off. She cocked her head to the side. “Good morning, mom…” She said silently to a picture hanging on her wall. She smiled. Ding! “ Oh, the ramen, right.” She said walking toward the microwave. She took the ramen out and put it on her table and walked to the TV and turned it on. She then walked to the drawers near the sink and opened them and took out some chopsticks. She sat down and began to eat her ramen.
“Today in the world, Lebanon and Israel! Yesterday Lebanon bombed Israel, And-“
“ What else is new? I swear, everyday something bad happens here”. The girl said, drinking the broth from the ramen from the cup. She got up and walked to the Television and turned it off, disinterested. “I wish something interesting would happened here!” she said throwing herself on the couch, out of boredom.
“Hello!? Is anyone home?” Someone shouted from her door. She perked her head up and walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. It was her best friend, Chelsea. She grinned as she unlocked her door.
“ No, I don’t think anyone is home, sorry, come again!” She shouted from inside. Chelsea lowered her eyes and pouted. She then put her hand on her hip.
“Well, I guess if no one is home, nobody gets this double fudge cake I baked this mor-“ The door flung open.
“ No! I mean, I am home. I was just kidding.” The girl said rubbing the back of her head. Chelsea grinned.
“ I knew you were home you devil you. I swear, Kiyoko, you do this every time I come over. Don’t you know that I know you really well by now?” She walked inside and set the cake on Kiyoko’s table. She bowed toward the picture of Kiyoko’s mom. “ Good morning, Mrs. Takashi.” She turned around and found Kiyoko looking outside of her door. “ Whatcha looking at?” She asked cocking her head to the side.
“ Those dang American neighbors. Their American music blares through my walls at night and I swear they have a party every night!” She said angrily closing her door. Chelsea looked at her annoyed.
“ I am American, is that a problem?” She looked at her with an annoyed look. Kiyoko looked at her puzzled.
“Um, no. You’re a cool American. Those Americans get on my nerves. Just think, if you lived here, would you like some foreign music blasting through your walls at 2 in the morning?” Kiyoko asked locking her door up and walking over to the couch. Chelsea shook her head. “ I thought so.” She said. She sighed and plopping on the couch. “ So, what’s up?” Chelsea looked at her and then the cake.
“ Well, James and I are getting Married next year…and we might be moving to America.” She said closing her eyes, as she folded her hands.

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THANKYOU! I am writing more as we speak! **Ish also drawing on Pen Tablet**

Yay! I wrote more!!!!

Kiyoko fell off the couch and landed on the floor with a big thud. She quickly got up and rubbed her head in pain.
“ Ow! That hurt!” She said. She got up, using the table for support. “ You’re moving to America? Are you sure? I mean, Do you really want to leave all this?” She asked sitting next to Chelsea at the table. She put her hand on her cheek and rested her elbow on the table as Chelsea looked at her.
“ Yeah, I am sure. If James wants to go through with marriage, I am fully devoted to him and any choices he may make. I really wan-“ Chelsea said before cutting her self off to slap Kiyoko’s hand from the cake. “ Not yet!” Kiyoko stuck out her tongue and rubbed her hands. “ I really want to have a nice family. Ya know?” She said smiling and sticking her own tongue out at Kiyoko. Kiyoko smirked and looked at her.
“ Yeah, I am sure that this is right.” She eyed the cake hungrily. Chelsea noticed her drooling a bit. She flinched when there was a knock at the door.
“ Moshi moshi?” a voice said from the door. Kiyoko stared at the door and paid no mind. “ Hello? Kiyoko? I know you are home! Open up!!” the voice said, while knocking quite loudly on her door. Chelsea looked at the door then Kiyoko.
“ Um, aren’t you going to answer that?” She asked staring at the door and squinting every time the voice knocked on the door.
“ Nope.” Kiyoko said flat out to Chelsea. The voice knocked and knocked until it stopped. “ Finally! He went hom-“ BLAM!! The door burst up and in tumbled a short man with overalls on. Kiyoko and Chelsea freaked out and fell out of their chairs. The man stood up and tipped his hat down and walked over to Kiyoko and peered down at her.
“ Ha, I knew you were home! You just were being hardheaded and didn’t answer the door.” His laughter filled the room. Chelsea grunted as she tried to get up. The mans laugher sounded like a clowns but hoarser. “Now,” The man said brushing himself off with a handheld mini broom that was stored in his back pocket. “ I need you to do me a quick favor, Kiyoko.”
“What is that? Run to the face of the earth and fall off?” She said sarcastically while helping Chelsea get up. He looked at her and grunted while pulling up his overalls.
“No, I want you to watch over my house while I go on vacation this weekend.” Kiyoko and Chelsea lowered their eyes and groaned. “Oh, who is this little lady you got here, Kiyoko?” He asked noticing Chelsea.
“ Oh! Chelsea? She is a childhood friend of mine.” Kiyoko said smiling. Chelsea forced a smile on her face while looking at him. His gray hair was uncombed and he had nasty body odor like he hasn’t had a shower in two weeks.
“ Hajimamashite” Chelsea said shaking his bony hands. He introduced himself as Jack, Kiyoko’s next-door neighbor.

I love this story ^^ keep it up <3

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