Click. Click. Click. The sound of the printer echoes throughout the quiet, dark room. A lone soul is perched on her chair, staring gloomily at the errors flashing before her on her monitor. The glow of the screen is eerie. She shudders.
Why? Why of all people must she be cursed with such an inhumane printer?
The pain gathers up inside, and she tilts her head up desperately. The sound of her sheer pain is let loose with a single shriek.
The defeaning noise of the paper as she gathers up all her strength to pull it out.
She balls her hand into a fist, raising it up into the air while rejoicing … until her eyes land upon the printer once again.
There are still little pieces of paper stuck.
I hate my life. She tells herself, shivering with exasperation. She is about to give up on it altogether, but remembers that she forwent a concert tonight just so she could study for the next day’s test. With a sigh, she pulls off the printer cover and begins the tiresome job of extracting the paper scraps, bit by boring bit.
Success! She decides upon celebrating by drinking a cold glass of ….
Cherry-ade.
It chills her insides, leaving her feeling empty. Oh, so empty. As the room fades to black and her consciousness slips away, she reminds herself never to drink that ghastly beverage again.
THE END.
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