A Good Demon [Countryhuman]

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Five years passed. Yes, FIVE YEARS. As in five years- 

Ok'll stop, hehe. But seriously, five years passed and I have grown into an immature adult. Yep, an immature adult. I'm a McDonald's cashier facing bullshit karens by day, and a screwed up, but famous author by night. 

Yes, I'm successful as a writer although it's not really the profession I was looking for because I wanted to be a scientist, doctor, or something. Writing is more like a hobby, but I managed to get my book, [insert book title here], as a New York Times Bestseller for some reason and everyone loves it. Even Ellie likes it.

I was watching TV when my phone dinged. And yes, Ellie texted me. I looked at the screen and texted her back. In case you're wondering, today's my day off.

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Ellie my crackpot friend

< hey!

hey >

wut do u want? >

< nothing

< hold up, where's my jacket?

idk >

< ouch

< well... I lost it

ok >

lemme check ur room >

< ok :)

its under ur bed >

< wait rlly?

yeh >

I just pulled it out >

< ok, I did NOT expect that

ofc u didn't >

ur stupid >

< says who?

me >

< ur mean ;–;

lol I know >

<  Ouch

K ima eat now >

< K bye

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I closed my phone and marched to the kitchen. On the dining table, I saw a Tupperware with tacos. Specifically, two tacos. I went there and saw a note.

This are MY tacos. Pls don't eat them ;–;

Ellie

"Lol, nope," I chuckled to myself. I then grabbed a taco and bit it. I munched until I realized I ate both of the tacos. Whoops.

I sighed. Ellie will rage when she gets back. Ima just buy some more from Taco Bell. I ambled to outside and got on the public bus. 

It was quite a ride and when we were stopping at the grocery store, I had to help a woman because her baby was crying and uh... He took a shit. She changed the infant's diapers while I held the baby.