Units and Manuals

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"Ugh… what time is it?" I rolled over and checked my alarm clock. It read 6:30 am. Great. I got up and trudged to my bathroom to get ready for my day.

I pulled on my work uniform: Whatever I want. I got lucky on that one, since I work at a daycare center with my best friend Liz.

Look, it pays well, and I get to be around little children (whom I love) and hang out with Liz.

Anyways, I quickly ate a bowl of cheerios and rushed out to my blue pickup truck, (hey, it was cheap) and drove off to daycare.

Maybe I should take some time to explain what I look like. I am 5' 5", and have long, wavy, brown, hair. I also have green eyes, which change colors to blue or hazel depending on the time of year. Hazel in the winter, blue in the summer, green in the fall and spring. Right now, they're blue. Oh yeah, and I'm 18, living by myself.

Several hours later, I pulled up into my driveway, parking my truck, and going inside to watch TV.

I switched on my dad's old collection of Batman DVDs, just when someone ran the doorbell. I sighed and got up.

I opened the door, half expecting the pizza guy, to find a dude in his mid- forties standing next to a 6 foot tall box with a white van in the background that said flying Mint Bunny Express with a picture of, well, flying mint bunny.

"Are you Shelby?" He asked me.

"Yeah, why?"

"Package for you."

"I can see that."

"Just sign here, please."

"Sure, sure."

"You'll also need this." The guy handed me a huge manual, then left.

"Um, thank you?" I dragged the box into the living room, plopped the manual on the couch, and called Lizzie for dinner.

"Wazzup?"

"Wanna come over for dinner?"

"Sure! What are you going to make?"

"Pasta!"

"Of course. I'll be over soon." Lizzie hung up and I headed into the kitchen and started to cook.

Now I should explain what Lizzie looks like. She's 5' 7", with medium length, curly, black, hair. She also has dark brown eyes, and is 19, a whole year older than me.

"OK, where's the pasta?" I asked myself. I felt a small box in my hand, so I assumed Lizzie was there. I rattled out what I needed, one at a time. "Sauce?" She handed me the container of sauce. "Cheese?" She handed me the parmesan. "Spoon?"

"Ve- which spoon?"

"You know which… spoon…" I turned around and saw a man with light brown hair and closed eyes grin at me. I did the natural thing:

"AAHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"AAHHHHHH!" He screamed.

"AAHHHHHH!" Lizzie screamed and charged through the door. She grabbed Les Miserables, and whacked the stranger with it, knocking him out.

"Is he dead?" I asked. She used the book, and poked the man with it. When he didn't respond, she repeatedly poked him.

"Ve-"

"AAHHHHHH!" We screamed again and ran into a closet.