Diary of an Elevator Part 5
Date: Saturday, November 5th
Dear Diary,
Today a girl with blonde hair blowing bubble gum came in. I tried playing some music for her but she took out her phone, plopped on some earbuds, and started jamming to her own tunes. Then I think she got a call from someone because she suddenly put her phone against her ear and said “Hey! Oh the noise? That’s just the stupid elevator music. It’s like, so cringe, like, oh my garr.”. The nerve of this woman! She called me stupid! That is the most offensive (And only) insult I’ve ever heard! Talk about rude. This is what she looked like:
Later that day she came. She was on her phone again. This time she was with another girl! This girl looked like a copy and paste of the brat girl. She looked like this:
She was scrolling on her phone while saying “Oh my garrr, girl, your make-up looks GORG!”. What does “Gorg” even mean? I’ve seen people say “Gorgeous” but “Gorg” seems like a short version of “Gorgeous”. The pink brat girl said, “OMG ALEXA!! BRAD JUST TEXTED ME!!”. Why was she screaming? People get texts all the time. Why would a text from some random guy named “Brad” be any special? Anyway, I guess the friend’s name is Alexa. “OMG CLAIRE!! FOR REAL?!” Shouted Alexa. What is the deal with this Brad guy? He’s a human, just like everybody else. So I guess the brat girl I saw first is named Claire. Claire shouted “EEEEK!!”. Excuse me Claire, but can you lower your voice? I’m going crash to the down if you don’t. So I did. I crashed down. Hey, it wasn’t my fault! She was making a racket! Think twice next time you shout in this elevator! Suddenly, My floor was starting to hurt. Oh well! It’s probably growing pain. It’ll be gone tomorrow. Right?
Ella The elevator
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