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Business Of Misery;;
Will Kelly make new friends? There's only one way to find out! Please Rate.
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Kelly wasn't used to this type of interaction. Millions of people used it everyday, so it couldn't possibly be that hard...could it? Scanning over the hundreds of sites that offered chat rooms, her eyes fell on one, being described as the place to meet people the ages of 20-28, girls and guys, all shapes and sizes. She shrugged and bit her lip a little harder, moving the touch pad arrow to click on the site.
First she was asked to enter her name, something..she was almost hesitant to do,
"Emily it is" she muttered to herself. The screen flicked to a smaller one, and she entered her age and location. She looked to the window, then back at the screen, her heart was thumping at an unbelievable rate and it almost pained her. Shaking her head momentarily, she scrolled through the names that appeared to the right side of the screen, there were probably around 25 or so people, chatting to each other from all parts of the world.
It kind of excited Kelly as she read what people were writing in the main room, They spoke of the most ridiculous things, and a part of her wanted to be a part of that. Humming softly to herself, she clicked on the typing box that was at the bottom of the screen, Any body in Vegas...wanna talk?
Jesus, it made her nervous! The thought of someone reading what she'd written, then as the conversations slowed down, she noticed two or three people lived in Vegas. A guy named Taylor, A girl named Elle and Another guy, who didn't have his name as his screen name, he went by, Urietarded. She huffed softly and chuckled to herself, why on earth would some-one want to be referred as Urietarded.?
A small box flashed in the corner of her laptop, a private message? She cocked her brow and hesitantly opened it.
Elle: What part of Vegas You In?
Kelly had become very weary of people she didn't know, so as she began to type, she wondered what she could say.
Emily: Uhmm...I'm not quite sure to be honest, Why?
Another box appeared down in the corner and she clicked it.
Urietarded: Hey, A/S/L?
Holy shit, she thought, why is everyone talking to me! Well..okay, not everyone, two people, but this would be hard, Okay that was a lie as well. She was sure she could handle it.
(Conversation With Urietarded)
Emily: 22....female. Vegas.
Urietarded: 21/male/Vegas, pic?
Emily: No...I don't give out photos over the internet.
Urietarded: Really? Oh, that's too bad...So, whatcha doing on here?
Emily: Just looking around, kinda new to all of this...
(Conversation With Elle)
Elle: Oh..That's kind of..odd isn't it? I mean..You must know where in Vegas that you are....
Emily: I kind of moved here last week...I don't know where I am...
Elle: Well...good luck.
Elle has signed off.
Kelly found that to be odd, but none the less, she'd accomplished talking to someone, correct?
A buzz sound came through and she jerked her head down, the box in the left corner, flashed.
Uritarded: New? I love new people!
Kelly chuckled to herself, and hesitated slightly; taking a deep breath she began to type.
Emily: I guess, It's a good thing I'm new then, eh?
Urietarded: It is, so, this is your first day here then? Hmm...Us Internet nerds would describe you as a NooB.
Raising her brow's she hunched herself over and let her fingers do the talking, again.
Emily: A NooB? That sounds almost racist ha-ha
Urietarded: Actually It describes you as being a new-by. New person, nothing bad, definitely nothing racist Lol.
Emily: Lol?
Urietarded: You...don't know what that means?
Emily: Remember here, I'm a NooB.
Urietarded: LOL = Laughing Out Loud.
Emily: Ahh! Excellent, Thank you.
Urietarded: YW.
Kelly figured that meant your welcome. She wasn't a complete idiot, after all.
Emily: So...what part of Vegas are you in...?
Urietarded: Summerlin, You?
Emily: Not sure on that actually...It's...kind of quiet around here...not a lot of traffic...not a lot of anything.
Urietarded: Hmm...Its kinda odd...that you don't know where you are....lol
Emily: Lol, Oh I know trust me, I'd love to know...I'd really love to know.
Urietarded : Any particular...buildings surrounding you? Street names?
Emily: Uhm...Not that I can see...I don't have windows in this apartment. Odd actually, you're right.
Urietarded: No windows? sounds like your in the middle of the apartment block.
Emily: Yeah, I think You're right, it's dark in here...Cept for the ugliest lamp I've ever seen.
Urietarded: LOL awh, poor little you.
Emily: Oh hush, not my fault, I wana go out.
Urietarded: Then go out?
Emily: Can't.
Urietarded: Uhm...why?
Emily: No reason...
Urietarded: Aright o.o Well...Uhm...
Emily: It's okay...if you think I'm some kind of hobbit freak show, you don't have to talk to me.
Urietarded: Actually, Your kind intriguing....
Emily :LOL are you drunk?
Urietarded: Not in the slightest...Emily.
Kelly smiled to herself, making a friend wasn't as hard as she expected it to be. Maybe things...could work out over here...was it really necessary for her to stay locked up in her apartment for 4 months? No...not really. Maybe she could venture out...dressed in disguise of course.
First she was asked to enter her name, something..she was almost hesitant to do,
"Emily it is" she muttered to herself. The screen flicked to a smaller one, and she entered her age and location. She looked to the window, then back at the screen, her heart was thumping at an unbelievable rate and it almost pained her. Shaking her head momentarily, she scrolled through the names that appeared to the right side of the screen, there were probably around 25 or so people, chatting to each other from all parts of the world.
It kind of excited Kelly as she read what people were writing in the main room, They spoke of the most ridiculous things, and a part of her wanted to be a part of that. Humming softly to herself, she clicked on the typing box that was at the bottom of the screen, Any body in Vegas...wanna talk?
Jesus, it made her nervous! The thought of someone reading what she'd written, then as the conversations slowed down, she noticed two or three people lived in Vegas. A guy named Taylor, A girl named Elle and Another guy, who didn't have his name as his screen name, he went by, Urietarded. She huffed softly and chuckled to herself, why on earth would some-one want to be referred as Urietarded.?
A small box flashed in the corner of her laptop, a private message? She cocked her brow and hesitantly opened it.
Elle: What part of Vegas You In?
Kelly had become very weary of people she didn't know, so as she began to type, she wondered what she could say.
Emily: Uhmm...I'm not quite sure to be honest, Why?
Another box appeared down in the corner and she clicked it.
Urietarded: Hey, A/S/L?
Holy shit, she thought, why is everyone talking to me! Well..okay, not everyone, two people, but this would be hard, Okay that was a lie as well. She was sure she could handle it.
(Conversation With Urietarded)
Emily: 22....female. Vegas.
Urietarded: 21/male/Vegas, pic?
Emily: No...I don't give out photos over the internet.
Urietarded: Really? Oh, that's too bad...So, whatcha doing on here?
Emily: Just looking around, kinda new to all of this...
(Conversation With Elle)
Elle: Oh..That's kind of..odd isn't it? I mean..You must know where in Vegas that you are....
Emily: I kind of moved here last week...I don't know where I am...
Elle: Well...good luck.
Elle has signed off.
Kelly found that to be odd, but none the less, she'd accomplished talking to someone, correct?
A buzz sound came through and she jerked her head down, the box in the left corner, flashed.
Uritarded: New? I love new people!
Kelly chuckled to herself, and hesitated slightly; taking a deep breath she began to type.
Emily: I guess, It's a good thing I'm new then, eh?
Urietarded: It is, so, this is your first day here then? Hmm...Us Internet nerds would describe you as a NooB.
Raising her brow's she hunched herself over and let her fingers do the talking, again.
Emily: A NooB? That sounds almost racist ha-ha
Urietarded: Actually It describes you as being a new-by. New person, nothing bad, definitely nothing racist Lol.
Emily: Lol?
Urietarded: You...don't know what that means?
Emily: Remember here, I'm a NooB.
Urietarded: LOL = Laughing Out Loud.
Emily: Ahh! Excellent, Thank you.
Urietarded: YW.
Kelly figured that meant your welcome. She wasn't a complete idiot, after all.
Emily: So...what part of Vegas are you in...?
Urietarded: Summerlin, You?
Emily: Not sure on that actually...It's...kind of quiet around here...not a lot of traffic...not a lot of anything.
Urietarded: Hmm...Its kinda odd...that you don't know where you are....lol
Emily: Lol, Oh I know trust me, I'd love to know...I'd really love to know.
Urietarded : Any particular...buildings surrounding you? Street names?
Emily: Uhm...Not that I can see...I don't have windows in this apartment. Odd actually, you're right.
Urietarded: No windows? sounds like your in the middle of the apartment block.
Emily: Yeah, I think You're right, it's dark in here...Cept for the ugliest lamp I've ever seen.
Urietarded: LOL awh, poor little you.
Emily: Oh hush, not my fault, I wana go out.
Urietarded: Then go out?
Emily: Can't.
Urietarded: Uhm...why?
Emily: No reason...
Urietarded: Aright o.o Well...Uhm...
Emily: It's okay...if you think I'm some kind of hobbit freak show, you don't have to talk to me.
Urietarded: Actually, Your kind intriguing....
Emily :LOL are you drunk?
Urietarded: Not in the slightest...Emily.
Kelly smiled to herself, making a friend wasn't as hard as she expected it to be. Maybe things...could work out over here...was it really necessary for her to stay locked up in her apartment for 4 months? No...not really. Maybe she could venture out...dressed in disguise of course.
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