Fox Xalian
09-04-2010, 07:44 AM
Okay so we discussed this on MSN one night after telling each other how good we both where at stroy writing. This will be a boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love but they can't be together because they are from seperate ends of society. So now to start.
A young man of about 20 was working in a furnature making factory. Being a small town they relied on this place, as well as tourism, to survive. It was also a seaside town, so there was many retired couples and small families. The mans name was Luke. He had been good at furnature making since high school. Little did he know but they would be getting a new general manager from the main factory in New York. While everyone sat around talking about the new manager and what they think he would be like Luke kept working. He had to finish this table, if he did this would be the second piece he made a head of schedual. His workmates speculated that the new manager would either be some old guy who would change everything or a woman who would freak out the moment she got the tinyest bit of dust on her suit. Luke never joined in, he knew they would be wrong, after all they thought he would be lazy and not work, but instead he worked after everyone had knocked off.
His bright blue eyes watched the sand paper glide over the top of the table. He lifted his hand and whiped the sweat from under his jet black hair, which he always kept short. He was wearing his uniform, a simple dark blue shirt and jeans. His shirt was neatly tucked into his jeans. It was hot as usual today, being the middle of summer. He wanted to get home and have a nice cold shower when he got home.
A young man of about 20 was working in a furnature making factory. Being a small town they relied on this place, as well as tourism, to survive. It was also a seaside town, so there was many retired couples and small families. The mans name was Luke. He had been good at furnature making since high school. Little did he know but they would be getting a new general manager from the main factory in New York. While everyone sat around talking about the new manager and what they think he would be like Luke kept working. He had to finish this table, if he did this would be the second piece he made a head of schedual. His workmates speculated that the new manager would either be some old guy who would change everything or a woman who would freak out the moment she got the tinyest bit of dust on her suit. Luke never joined in, he knew they would be wrong, after all they thought he would be lazy and not work, but instead he worked after everyone had knocked off.
His bright blue eyes watched the sand paper glide over the top of the table. He lifted his hand and whiped the sweat from under his jet black hair, which he always kept short. He was wearing his uniform, a simple dark blue shirt and jeans. His shirt was neatly tucked into his jeans. It was hot as usual today, being the middle of summer. He wanted to get home and have a nice cold shower when he got home.