Buckley's Chance_Level 1My stomach made a sound that belonged in a kid's cartoon. I glanced down at it, then lifted my shirt to flash my appendix scar at the room. No one ever noticed when I showed skin anymore. They used to form queues, so my ego took it as a bit of a blow when no one even blinked at me. I would have taken my shirt off to see what would happen, but then I remembered that I was by myself.So probably nothing would happen.I yawned, letting my mouth open in a long gaping hole that made my jaw creak. It was
Friday. Maybe. Or it could have been Saturday. My calendar needed new batteries, but the guy at the watch shop always looked at me funny when I tried to explain, so I'd given up. I pried my head out of its depression in my new leather swivel chair, then used the extra mobility to lurch forward and hit the power button on my main workstation."Hello, Ando," a pleasant female voice droned.