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(text-colour:red)[''//Μελίνα Χαριτίδου//'']
και σας καλώ σε ένα διαδραστικό λογοτεχνικό παιχνίδι.
Διαβάστε την ιστορία μου και διαλέξτε εσείς το τέλος της:
Πατήστε “To click” ή “Not to click” και διαβάστε τη συνέχεια της ιστορίας
Ας ξεκινήσουμε -> [[//The Next Level...//|Xaritidou]]]
(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Hi, Emma.
How is your trip? I know it’s a business trip but I am sure you will manage to visit the sights. If you do, take a lot of pictures for me.
Anyway, I have some news; some expected and some unexpected, beyond the ordinary, you know… Mrs. Keaton’s hearing is not getting any better and so her TV can be heard all the way to our apartment. Mrs. Rose met the love of her life for the sixth time if I am counting right. Mr. Gary lost his cat again and a mouse magically appeared in Mr. Pont’s apartment as a result. Our neighbors are weird but you already know that. You might be wondering why I am beating around the bush but it is a way for me to put off writing about the real reason of [[this mail]]...
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))As I have already mentioned, there are some “real” news. An e-mail came earlier this morning from the literature competition we participated two months ago. It is highly likely that it is finally the answer to our prayers for our script. It is probably the answer to whether or not we will move on to the next phase of our lives. I am soooo nervous! Well, the thing is that I am standing here wondering. The mail has been staring back at me from the screen for the past few hours but I feel it is only fair that I [[ask you first]]...
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Should I click it on my own?
Should I wait for you, so that we can do it together?
I wish you were here. We have been on this hand in hand all the way and to be honest I don’t think I can handle another rejection alone. Still, I have a positive feeling about this.
To click or not to click?
Video call me a.s.a.p. any time day or night. I don’t think I will be able to sleep tonight anyway.
Love
Mel
And you dear reader would YOU [[click|To Click]] or [[not click|Not To Click]]
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Later that day Mel came back home from her job interview, puzzled. She turned on her laptop but there was still no message from Emma. Mel couldn’t wait. She clicked on the e-mail. The answer was there in front of her eyes and it was negative. They were sorry, blah blah blah…. She felt lost. She sat on a chair wondering, “How am I going to tell Emma? Another rejection. She will be devastated. She will be very upset. I will ruin her trip”.
With teary eyes she continued reading the e-mail. When she reached the end, she couldn’t believe the plot twist. She started typing [[a new message]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))After Mel sent the e-mail, she went to the kitchen and started cooking. Cooking always made her relax and forget. She wanted to get all this out of her mind. She was sure that she wanted to wait for her friend to open it together. An hour later she checked her mailbox but still there was no answer from Emma. On the other end, the mail from the literature competition was still there, intact in bold letters with its tempting subject “Competition Results” and their names on the mail interface the one next to the other. To: Mel Santiago ; Emma Rondriguez” . One click and she would know if they had moved to the next level. She shut down her laptop and went to bed. But she couldn’t sleep. Anxiety managed to overwhelm her. She went back to the living room, turned on her laptop again and [[started typing]].
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<audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/d3bd21_f7922fd5184c43cea1452dad8c007832.mp3" autoplay>Hi, Emma,
It’s me again! I’m so sorry but I couldn’t wait. Jane Anderson my boss- to-be confused my mind in our interview today. She kept repeating, “Yes, I know how good you are at what you do but the other candidates have typical qualifications. At least if you had that award”. I really want this job. So I opened it myself. I started reading and from the first line “We are sorry to inform you that…..” I got the message. I started crying, losing my mind, feeling lost. But I kept reading, I was looking for an explanation, a reason until I [[reached the end]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Well, the mail was signed as follows:
“Thank you for submitting your script, Sara Lopez and Bruno Flores. We look forward to a next cooperation.
Yours Sincerely,
American Literature Society”.
And I was like: my name isn’t Bruno, yours isn’t Sara! It was the wrong mail. Hope was back on the scene. I wiped my eyes, gathered my courage and called them. I explained and asked for the answer to our entry. The operator put me on hold and I held my breath. After what seemed like forever I got [[the answer]].
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))We did it, Emma, we did it! We moved to the next level! The next page in our lives’ scenario.
I am sorry we didn’t open the mail together but we will be celebrating together. Plus, you owe me one for sparing you this ordeal.
Love, hugs, kisses,
Mel.
[[I am sooooo excited!|the end]]
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(enchant:?passage,(b4r:"dotted")+(b4r-size:10)+(b4r-colour:red))Hi Emma,
It’s me again. Sorry for the inconvenience so late at night but I had to talk to you. I’m sure you are sleeping. You must be too tired to even check your mails. I should be sleeping too but I can’t. I have to let you know about my decision. I won’t click the mail on my own. I will wait for you so that we can do it together. I know this time next week we will be celebrating because we will have moved to the next level of our careers, to the next page of our lives’ scenario. Or we’ll be crying our hearts out and be heard louder than Mrs. Keaton’s TV, if that’s possible.
Anyway, keep doing what you are best at. Keep rocking and having fun! I’m kidding. I know I’m not funny but as a good friend you can at least smile with my joke.
Come back soon. I will be [[waiting for you|the end]].
Love,
Your friend
Mel
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