Highest ranking- #15 in short story
(Second in teen dialogue series)
"Hello, welcome to breakup helpline! How may I help you?"
"What kind of a name is that?"
"Well, my boss started this helpline after his breakup, so breakup helpline. Now, are you...
"Hello, welcome to Breakup Helpline. How may I help you?" "By accepting my proposal?" "What?"
"Nothing." "That's what I thought." "So, how is your day going so far?" "Terrible!" "Why?" "It's been two days and I have been finding bouquets and cheesy gifts on my doorstep and that thing is irritating the fuck outta me!" "Maybe it's just your secret admirer?" "Secret admirer or not, if I will find one more gift on my doorstep, then I am gonna rip his fucking limbs off!" "Comeon, they are just gifts!" "Who sends a bouquet of hundred roses?!" "Uh, your admirer?" "That admirer is going to be dead by tomorrow, I swear." "They are just gifts, Meanie. Why do you hate them so much?" "I don't hate gifts. I hate cliché." "What is so cliché about a ring pendant?" "How do you know it was a pendant?" "Uh, erm, lucky guess?" "Lucky guess, my foot! Tell me how do you know, Goofie." "Uh, my mom is calling me. I gotta go. Bye, Meanie." *Beep* *Beep* "Phew. That was so close!" ~
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New update! Finally!
Oh and it would be awesome if you would check my other book, 'Trapped in love.' It's a billionaire's story, if you are interested in that kind of stuff. Just, try giving it a shot. Thank you!
