I'm an undergraduate student at Western Michigan University studying creative writing and hoping to graduate soon.

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            To be completely honest, I had no idea what she was up to. I just came home from work one day and the door to our apartment was suddenly un-enterable with my key. Thinking maybe it was some kind of weird mistake, I knocked on the door. Let me tell you, I knocked on that door for a good hour. I knocked for that long because I heard her inside there. I heard things being moved around, big things, y'know, like furniture and stuff, and I heard her disgruntled grunts. Her cute, high pitched disgruntled grunts. That was one of the things I loved about her. Every once in a while she made these weird little noises. But cute noises. Like a cat or something. I don’t know.

            Anyway, I figured maybe she just wasn’t hearing me, moving stuff around and all. She did that every once in a while, you know, move the furniture around. She said it was to give the place variety because she got bored with it all so easily. So I went outside and started throwing little pebbles at the window, shouting, “Kelly!” as loud as I could. I stood doing that for about another hour, but still nothing. I only stopped because Kelly was the only one not answering me. I got all sorts of yells from the neighbors, let me tell you.

            At one point I thought about throwing a big rock I found on the ground, but I figured that’d probably break the window. Probably scare her too. And I can’t really afford to pay for a new window, not on my salary, at least. And she wouldn’t want to pitch in because she’d say it was my own damn fault, or something.

            So I sat down on the sidewalk just outside the building, sweating from the heat. I tell you it was the kind of heat where the air starts getting all blurry like. But I sat there outside in that heat just trying to wait it out.

            She eventually did answer me. She opened the window and shouted, “That’s the last time you do that to me, asshole!” And the last thing I remembered as I looked up, was my 27-inch television falling down from our, her, window.