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The Fly in the Room

By: Sasha

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 As I  start to get a headache from looking down a women walked through the arch way. So I get ready for a landing. Up,up,up, and away! I take a smooth landing right on the chair. Then the phone rings

 “Hi mom, how is it in Berlin?” Thelady asked.

 I get a little closer to hear what she is talking about.

 “Fine dear,” her mother replied.

 I decided to let them talk for awhile , while I took a look around. I went over to the book shelf where I found a bunch of well, books. I looked at a couple of them like How to be a Great Editor  and also Eleanor Story a Girl in Hitler's Germany by Eleanor Garner. I took a little stroll down to the bed. When I looked up there was  huge picture of some lady. It said Madonna across it. I knew her, she sings, “Hey Mr.DJ put a record on I want to dance with my Baby,” But that wasn’t her. I was her best friend when I was young ( I lived with her once) Hhhhhmmmmmm, It seemed the lady had a hard day at work because she was all sweaty and she had a dark business outfit on with a name tag  that said “Hello, my name is Mrs. Eleanor Garner.’’

  “Ok Mom, buh-bye,” the women sighed

 That was the women that wrote that book Eleanor's Story I am in a famous persons house. Its not like Britney Spears or anything like that but still.  I flew over to her desk were I found over a billion papers, pencils, and pens. There was a huge painting on the wall. It was beautiful. On the bottom it said by: Eleanor Ramrath Garner. So not only is she a  nonfiction author , but she is a exhibited artist. She has gone all out in this world. I wanted to go talk to her. So I did.

 I got in her face and said , ”Hello their friend.”

 “Ahhhhh, I did not just hear a fly talk to me.” Eleanor said frightened.

 “ Ya  you did, anyway how did you like writing your book?”I asked her.

 “Well, um it was fun I guess,” she answered, a little uneasy.

 “ How is it painting and editing books?” I questioned.

 “Well, it is a job,” she sighed. “Well I have to get back to work now”She told me.

 “ I will just look around a bit more  ok?” I asked.

 She shook her head yes.

 I went over to another desk and it had a picture of her and a man, it must have been her husband. The frame said” San Diego Life.” Eleanor walked out of the room shaking her head. I hope I had nothing to do with it. I was getting a little sleepy so I decided I would take a nap on her bed. I guess I didn’t know it but eleanor had came back into the room. She had the same idea as me to take a nap. She started to sit down when I started to open my eyes. I screamed then she screamed because I screamed. There were too many screams.

 “I am so sorry what can I do for you,” she said almost dying.

 “ Uuuummmmm I have always wanted to go to hawaii,” I told her

 “ Done,” she said

 Now here I lay with a strawberry smoothie in my hand, on the great beaches of honolulu, Hawaii. Why can’t flies get this much attention all the time??