My first attempt was shit but I posted it here anyway. My second attempt, well it reeks just as much (maybe a little more). So read it first before you head over to read the good entries. That way you will be too distracted with the prime writing to come back and judge mine. O.o
So it was with a blatant lack of interest that he clicked down the blinds to peer out the window at the sexy new neighbor moving in next door. The curvy figure was enough to make any man take notice. But it was the trash blonde hair and cut off shorts that had Cal's fantasy machine cranked into overdrive. Maybe she was a model; or she might be an exotic dancer. Better yet she could be an undercover CIA agent stationed there to keep an eye on the local motorcycle gang. Except Cal wasn't sure he had ever seen a motorcycle gang, much less one in the area.
Cal watched until the last box disappeared into the recesses of the house along with his mysterious neighbor. He reluctantly let go of the blinds and resolved to get back to his saturday; his lawn wasn't going to cut itself. After thirty grueling minutes of pushing a mower around his small yard, Cal headed into the back lost in thoughts concerning his next Skyrim mission. He failed to notice Ms. CIA eyeing him from her back porch so he almost tripped over his own feet when she said hello. His bottom jaw hit the ground when she nodded toward his blue shed and said, "Nice TARDIS. Is it bigger on the inside?"