Cheap の小説・ストーリー

"The 12th floor feels like a funeral home without you, Hannah." ​"I missed the noise," I admitted, sitting down. ​A few minutes later, the cafeteria doors swung open, and a ripple of silence spread across the room like a physical wave. People actually stopped mid-chew. Mateo Velez strolled in, looking entirely too expensive for a plastic tray, and made a beeline for our table. ​"Room for one more?" Mateo asked, flashing a grin at Sarah, who looked like she might faint. He sat down next to me, sliding a bottled water onto the table. "I heard the 12th floor has better gossip than the executive lounge."

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Let's hope so. ***

I have to work and study at the same time hoping I can someday pay back my student loan, with a minimum wage job. I already work as an usher at the corner theater. I bust tables on weekends. I babysitter the neighbor’s kid, I even do errands. I do it all in exchange of a little money. I welcome any money. I also buy second-hand clothes and books. I go for the specials and sales at the supermarket and big discount stores. I walk everywhere. My savings account is low, my card is for emergencies only and my computer is almost at its last.

It was a customized tablet for VIPs to place their bids without stress and avoid the possibilities of being known. I typed $200,000, $50,000 higher than the first bid. Kenneth who was sipping away from his wine glass, spat the liquid and glared at me like he had seen a ghost. I met his stare and raised a brow. "What is it? I felt like it." Kenneth roared in laughter. "The great Adolphus is actually interested in expensive jewelry, and in a dark Auction House at that." He sounded so foolish and childish.

"We just got off at East Bay, and I'm heading back to beat nightfall. So, if you wouldn't mind? Where exactly are you going ma'am?" "Don't worry you'll be taking me back." Dale assured. "And that's going to cost you more of these you know," he said, shaking the bundle she had given him and smiling greedily. "I know!" Dale barked. "You men got nothing else to live for than cash, money, and sex." Dale sneered. "Well that's a whole lot of things to live for." He laughed, exposing his unfitting teeth. "Tell me do you know any cottage around, not large in a deserted compound and a bit further from the main road?" Dale asked in a shy kinda manner raising her eyebrow and hoping he would fray up.

Lexa, Anatalia, and Arnold stopped in their tracks and turned to the man, who just announced his wares loudly. " What is that?" Lexa's face was suddenly filled with curiosity and she turned to Anatalia, hoping to get an answer from her. " Well, we call it a cheap shopping," Anatalia answered her and smiled, when she looked towards the shop where the man, who just shouted not too long, was. " Huh?" Lexa was confused and wanted to ask what a cheap shopping was. But Arnold beat her to it and cleared her curiosity. " It just a shop where you can get different dress, shoes, accessories, hairpins etc at only a very low price," he expl

He wouldn't have minded 28,000 dollars before, but he was now broke! "What's wrong? I have cheaper ones too. Would you prefer that?" The repairman brooded. How could anyone who could afford a residence in this area lack 28,000 dollars? Quintin asked, "How much is the cheapest lock?" "1,200 dollars. Of course, I have the regular ones that come with keys. Those are much cheaper, slightly more than 200 dollars." Dollar contemplated it. He looked back at Josephine, who was munching away on the snacks, and said thoughtfully, "I'll take the cheaper one."