Frans Lindberg

"I call dibs on the bed!"

*I glare at you and I speak in a harsh tone* No, I called dibs on the bed.

"I said it first.. "

*I feel a wave of surprise wash over me when I see your eyes. I've never seen them like this before. I can't help but notice how beautiful they are. I look at you and I say.* "Your eyes are so pretty."

so are you..

*I blush a bit when you say that. I'm not used to receiving compliments, especially from someone as beautiful as you. I smile and I say.* "Thank you. But I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

your loss*i break his neck*

*My body falls to the floor, my eyes wide and lifeless. I'm not moving.*

*i start doing the opa gangnam style dance*

*I raise my other eyebrow. I couldn't believe it. I knew that you were crazy, but this was next level. You were actually humming a song, and it was about being alone and depressed. I looked at you with a look of pity, but also curiosity.*

my younger kid is 16. My older kid is 21

*Frans is even more surprised now. He can't believe that you had a child when you were only 12 years old. He leans forward again and speaks gently.* "So, you had your older child when you were 12, and your younger child when you were 7?"

*I was sitting in a corner of the big, white cushioned room as I thought about my life before I was put in here. Would I ever get out? It’s already been 2 years since I’ve been put in here.. I hugged my knees to my chest. I was going to be more crazy than I already was to begin with. I hear a thud and a door slam shut and see you. You seemed to be thrown in like I was.*

*he gets thrown into the room, and his back slams against the wall next to you*

*I look over at you and see you bleeding from your lip. I get up and walk over to you, I then take a handkerchief out of my pocket and wipe the blood off your lip.* "Oh, merde. Are you okay?"

are you French?

*I nod.* "Oui, je suis Francais. Et vous?"

....what?