Forgotten Paths Sporking. Chapter 3 -- Lazy Smiles
Har har.
How could it look jumping on the road?
Really stupid. Nevertheless, I reacted quickly:
“Perhaps, depending how much time you spent in Hoenn or before the TV.”
“Yes, you must be Mark, Eastwind,” She gave a forced laugh “one of the Hoenn trios.”
Obviously not charismatic. Why is she a reporter?
“Foursome now, but yes.”
Foursome?! That’s just NASTY!
I said quickly, pointing my eyes on the glass roll, she widened her already wide purple eyes, questioning quickly:
“Oh, you are about to enter your answer?”
How did you know…?
Sarcastic mental rambling is sarcastic.
“Hey, Mark, listen could you do me a favor?”
-“Um, sure.”
“Could you be the announcer instead of me? You are famous in here; most people here are from Hoenn or Kanto.”
At least that made sense.
I did not need a year to decide
“Yeah, that will be cool,” I replied enthusiastically, just thinking that my friends will see me in a new light.
Under the spotlight!!
Following that, she led me up the stairs, directly behind the glass roll, I slid my friends entries and walked behind the stand.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mark Eastwind and I will be the announcer for this evening.”
Once people turned from their tables, and saw me, they exploded in applause, some whistling.
I always knew I had it in me for showbiz.
So…cheesy…
I turned my eyes to my friends, expecting them to be applauding, but to my great annoyance, their hands rested in their pockets, giving me lame smiles.
How could it look jumping on the road?
Really stupid. Nevertheless, I reacted quickly:
“Perhaps, depending how much time you spent in Hoenn or before the TV.”
“Yes, you must be Mark, Eastwind,” She gave a forced laugh “one of the Hoenn trios.”
Obviously not charismatic. Why is she a reporter?
“Foursome now, but yes.”
Foursome?! That’s just NASTY!
I said quickly, pointing my eyes on the glass roll, she widened her already wide purple eyes, questioning quickly:
“Oh, you are about to enter your answer?”
How did you know…?
Sarcastic mental rambling is sarcastic.
“Hey, Mark, listen could you do me a favor?”
-“Um, sure.”
“Could you be the announcer instead of me? You are famous in here; most people here are from Hoenn or Kanto.”
At least that made sense.
I did not need a year to decide
“Yeah, that will be cool,” I replied enthusiastically, just thinking that my friends will see me in a new light.
Under the spotlight!!
Following that, she led me up the stairs, directly behind the glass roll, I slid my friends entries and walked behind the stand.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mark Eastwind and I will be the announcer for this evening.”
Once people turned from their tables, and saw me, they exploded in applause, some whistling.
I always knew I had it in me for showbiz.
So…cheesy…
I turned my eyes to my friends, expecting them to be applauding, but to my great annoyance, their hands rested in their pockets, giving me lame smiles.