Sep 22, 2018

We Talk About Mobile Phone Shops

By Jennifer Brown


If you are the gadget type and just cannot seem to get enough of them, then this is the article for you. Or not. Maybe you are not exactly interested in what we have to say, in which we would not blame you. There is a likely chance that we will once again divert from the main topic and go off on our won. Well, enough of that passive aggressive crap, here is Mobile Phone Shop North York Toronto.

She used to take pride in being so pretty with her long emerald hair and blue eyes, but now she just wished she looked like someone else. Because of her stupid face, she has been getting a lot of weird attention for the past month. Turning on the sink, she splashed water in her face to relieve a bit of her tension.

Her co workers glanced her way, some in confusion and some in mild alarm. She ignored them in favor of listening to her explain while also trying not to freak out at the same time. It was difficult. I MEAN she has been taken by terrorists. Xerxes Donovan, one of her best friends, growled out.

Dear God she just cannot get a break. First the stalking and now this. Hey. Xerxes asked, voice soft this time as if she can sense Laces stress from the phone. As if she can actually see all the pent up frustration, anger and fear that the greenette has been suffering with for the past few days.

As she muttered an excuse to her superior and got her bag, she remembered that time on Friday, the day before Rei got shot, when she was hurrying to get to the bus in the pouring rain. What a crappy that had been. Where everything started for her and made her previous days hell. Dramatic enough for you?

Do not even say it. I refuse to acknowledge it. She grumbled. Lace imagined Xerxes pacing around her room in an angry frantic way while running a hand through her short blue hair, worried out of her mind. Probably opening and closing some of her drawers out of stress too since this had become a habit of hers.

It is not difficult since she can kind of hear the bluenettes rapid footsteps from the phone.She swallowed down the fear clogging her throat, her lips trembling at the thought of Reinan. She CANNOT be dead, right? Her best friend. The one that never fails to make her laugh and is almost a sister to her.

Bursting out the office in a green, furious blur, Lace stormed off to get a taxi with a protective gleam in her angry eyes. She does not care if she does not have a lead. Or know what the hell is going on. Maybe she is just driven by her anger but she is not having it.

Lace asked, fidgeting with a pen nervously, trying to ignore the eyes that were on her. Xerxes made a frustrated noise in her throat. I cannot contact her but I managed to contact Mr. McTarren about it. He knows about and is working on contacting his friends of the force to work on it. It has been difficult though but he is working hard too.




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