As we sat underneath the stars, I could only imagine the things he was thinking. I mean we just shared secrets about us, no one really knew. I figured I could trust Jason enough, that he won't tell anyone the secrets I've told him. I love him, and I know its strange, but I have a feeling we will be together for a while.
Most of the time that we were dating, there was a wall between us. Like a door that would lead us to the other persons life. But not anymore, tonight that changed.
Earlier that night, when we told each other our secrets, I could feel the cool, Autumn breeze against my skin. I could feel Jason's body heat, as he stood beside me, and I could see the moonlight behind us catching the silhouette of our figures. The crunching underneath my boots told me leaves had to be picked up, and soon will be winter.
As Jason and I held hands, we walked in the park. We talked about how our days have been going lately, etc. But I wanted to know more, and I think he did too. We wanted to bulldoze the door that was between us, so we sat down to have a chat.
We found a nice grassy area, with only a few leaves, because there weren't many trees. I could hear crickets chirping beside the lake to one-another, I could hear the leaves rustling in the trees from the wind breeze, and lastly I could hear the sound of Jason's voice as he talked to me in a calming manner.
"Sam, I think maybe we should share more about us to one-another, and break down the wall that's built between us" He looked nervous, like I would think different. But I completely agreed.
For about the next hour and a half we shared small secrets that probably wouldn't matter to other people. We figured they meant a lot...they are the details that make up who we are. For instance when I was younger I wanted to be a singer, but now my career choice is being a vet. I don't like salmon, but I absolutely love perogies. The small things that made up my life happened to take a pretty big role in my relationship with Jason.
So the talk about those small details went on for quite some time. When we were done, it felt like there were no secrets between us, the wall/door was gone. Also when we finished I could concentrate on the smell that surrounded me. The air smelt like Autumn leaves, a really smooth scent. And as we sat underneath the stars and gazed at them, I could only imagine the things he was thinking. :)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Perfect Date
It seemed like no matter where I went, he was always there. But he wasn't mine...Yet.
It was just a typical, normal day at school. Until I got a text message that changed that all around. Earlier in the day I couldn't help but notice Celeste and Eric have been dating for quite some time now. I wouldn't normally care about how long Celeste was dating someone, she is my best friend so I was sure she would have reminded me. But this time was different. For once I wanted to know how long she had been dating someone, because she was dating Eric, Eric Reenowsk. Celeste doesn't know this but secretly I've had a crush on Eric for about a year. He just transferred from England to our school this year, and yet I felt like I knew so much about him.
I figured today was going to be like all the others except for the fact it was our last day of school. Boy was I wrong on that. As the bell rang to let out the students I could hear cheering. Only cheering, which means I didn't hear my phone ring from Celeste. So I called her to find out she and Eric broke up. Honestly I really didn't care, I was actually very jealous she was with him, and glad it was over. I know, I sound like a bad friend but maybe I'd have a shot with him. Oh who am I kidding? He doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Im invisble to him. As I was rambling on in my head the different thoughts I had, my phone vibrated. It was a text, but I didn't know who it was from. This is what it said:
From: Unknown ID
Sent: Today @ 3:30 pm
Call ID: 1-250-545-6814
Tiffany. I must talk to you. Meet me tomorrow at Sunnyhill beach around sunset. -Secret Admirer.
I stared blankly at the text message unable to reply. Finally I got the nerve to reply back. Nothing too big, just a small message.
To: Unknown ID
Sent: Today @ 3:35 pm
Call ID: 1-250-654-4820
Okay. I'll see you there -Tiffany
I didn't ask who it was, because they probably wouldn't have told me. Though, it was strange I had a secret admirer. I'm pretty curious as to who it is. Why would anyone like me? I pretty much wear dresses all the time, with some flip-flops or heels. I have long, wavy, blonde hair, and many people say Im perky and/or have a bubbly personality. What do I think? I'm me.
For the rest of that afternoon, I mostly lounged around the house. I couldn't stop thinking about that text message. I mean like what if it was a nerdy dude, or a cute guy, or even better, Eric! I know, I know I'm fantasizing too much on that last one. I'll probably never get my Prince, until I kiss at least a dozen frogs. And so far I've only kissed 6, so I have a while to go. But I do have some hope, and with that hope I got my pajamas on and went to bed.
The next morning I woke up around 10:34 am. I didn't really want to wake up, until I remembered I had a date tonight with a secret admirer. Being said that, I sat up on my bed, grabbed my phone, and started checking my text messages. All there was, was messages from Celeste saying how much she hated Eric. Nothing from my admirer. Maybe I dreamt the message. Maybe I wasn't actually wanted except in my dreams. That didn't make me feel so good, so I checked my recieved messages and there it was. The text sent from my admirer.
Sadly I didnt have any plans on my first day of summer. I would normally hang out with Celeste, but I have a feeling she wouldn't really be "Here" Here. Know what I'm saying?? The great thing about no plans was I had lots of time to figure out what I was going to wear tonight. Before I started on that stuff, I had myself some Coco Puffs. My favourite type of cereal. Finally I was done eating and it was time to get to work.
I headed to my bedroom, grabbed all my clothes, and piled them on my bed. If it was a cute guy I'd have to look good. I decided to go with a dress, because dresses feel more me. I tried on about 27 Dresses till I found the right one. It was a coral pink, shaped all my curves, and it looked very...symmetrical. Mainly because the fabric looked like it was wrapped around me at different angles. But it actually wasn't.
This wardrobe fitting took most of my day. I had to figure out how I wanted my hair, I left it down and wavy. I had to find the right pair of shoes. I decided to go with flip-flops since we would be on a beach, and wearing those I would less likely be able to fall. After all this I had to choose how I wanted my make-up to look like with my green eyes. I went with a black eyeliner to make my eyes pop, some light blush, a pink-ish eye shadow, and some gloss to be applied after dinner. I decided to quickly paint my toe-nails, so they could dry while I ate dinner. I used a nice light shade of purple that sparkled. I really think it made my outfit stand out.
My parents were gone for most of the day. They had many errands to run, but came back for dinner. As a family we sat at the table, I let my toes dry, and we ate steak, mashed potatoes, and carrots. It was a mighty tasty dinner, and by the end I managed to have time to finish eating, brush my teeth, then put some gloss on. It smelled like Strawberries, yum. I was just about out the door when my parents asked where I was going. I told them I was hanging out with Celeste at the beach. I mean like what was I supposed to say? "Oh I'm going to meet this guy whome I dont know. He sent me a message saying to meet him at the beach 'cause he likes me. I hope he's cute, 'cause we are going to fall hopelessly in love" Hahaha yeah....NO! When I finally left, I called Celeste and told her to cover for me if my parents called her house, because I was going on a date. She said okay and before she could say anymore, I hung up the phone and was on my way.
The drive to the beach felt like forever, when it was actually just 10 minutes. I guess I was just so anxious yet excited. When I got to the beach, there was barely any people, except for some couples having a romantic evening. As I scanned the beach I noticed only one person not with anyone. He was sitting on a blanket checking the time every once in a while. I figured that must have been him, and started walking towards him. I felt like I've seen the outfit he was wearing before, but couldn't remember on who. The guy wore Khaki's, he was a blonde, and wore a nice, light blue T-shirt. As I got closer he turned his head and saw me. We gazed into eachothers eyes, as I started to slowly back away.
It was Eric! All I could really think to myself was 'Is this a joke?' If not, why would he like me? I broke the gaze we were sharing, turned around, and started walking away.
"Tiffany wait up!" Eric's English accent made me stand still in my tracks. "Where are you going" he asked confused.
"Im heading back to my car, no way this is real. It must be a joke" I didn't know how to explain myself.
"This isn't a joke, please just listen to me for a moment" Eric's eyes started to look sad, how could I possibly walk away? I couldn't. So I simply said "Okay" and he went on with his story.
"When I first came to this school, I didn't know what to expect. The first day when I saw you in the halls my heart went Pitter- Patter in a way it's never done before."
"So why did you ask Celeste to go out with you and not me?" I was getting confused.
"Well because I was hoping by going out with Celeste, I would learn more about you. Learn if I was even the type of guy you liked." As he said this he looked so sincere.
"Of course you are my type. You're smart, you have a great personality, and you are extremely handsome (But that's just a bonus). I've had a crush on you ever since that day in the halls. I so badly wanted to be with you, get to know you."
"I wanted to be with you too"
"So why didn't you ask me out, until the very last day of school?" I interrupted him, starting to get annoyed.
"You wanna know why?" He asked, taking my silence to go on. "Because you are so beautiful, If I tried to ask you out, it probably would have gotten all messed up, 'cause you're different than other girls. You make me feel like I shouldn't be the one for you, like you deserve better. Even if I had asked you out, I wouldn't have known where to take you" With him rambling on, with his beautiful accent I hugged him. That shut him up, and he hugged me back. I could smell the sweet scent of his cologne as the wind blew by us, and all I said was "This is the perfect first date"
We held hands and walked along the beach, feeling the sand between out toes (We took off our shoes). We could feel the different textures of shells that we picked up. Some bumpy, some smooth, and some with little crabs in them. I could feel my dress swaying in the wind, and the heat radiating from Eric's body next to mine.
I felt absolutely wonderful, extremely happy, and full of love. Even though this date didn't have the best smell in the world (Smelt like seaweed, saltwater, and fish) It was still perfect. 'Cause as we sat back down on the blanket, I saw the pretty colours of the sunset, I looked through my shells and saw the many shapes and sizes, and I could see Eric's beautiful face right next to mine.
I've gotta say, out of our whole date, the kiss was the best. I was getting up to leave and as we were saying our good-bye's he kissed me. The moonlight shining behind us. All I could hear was the ocean noises behind us, and a few fireworks (But that might have just been in my head). I guess even if you haven't kissed all you're frogs, you can still get surprised and get a Prince instead. And that's exactly what I got. My Prince Charming (With an English Accent) and a perfect date, every girl's dream.
It was just a typical, normal day at school. Until I got a text message that changed that all around. Earlier in the day I couldn't help but notice Celeste and Eric have been dating for quite some time now. I wouldn't normally care about how long Celeste was dating someone, she is my best friend so I was sure she would have reminded me. But this time was different. For once I wanted to know how long she had been dating someone, because she was dating Eric, Eric Reenowsk. Celeste doesn't know this but secretly I've had a crush on Eric for about a year. He just transferred from England to our school this year, and yet I felt like I knew so much about him.
I figured today was going to be like all the others except for the fact it was our last day of school. Boy was I wrong on that. As the bell rang to let out the students I could hear cheering. Only cheering, which means I didn't hear my phone ring from Celeste. So I called her to find out she and Eric broke up. Honestly I really didn't care, I was actually very jealous she was with him, and glad it was over. I know, I sound like a bad friend but maybe I'd have a shot with him. Oh who am I kidding? He doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Im invisble to him. As I was rambling on in my head the different thoughts I had, my phone vibrated. It was a text, but I didn't know who it was from. This is what it said:
From: Unknown ID
Sent: Today @ 3:30 pm
Call ID: 1-250-545-6814
Tiffany. I must talk to you. Meet me tomorrow at Sunnyhill beach around sunset. -Secret Admirer.
I stared blankly at the text message unable to reply. Finally I got the nerve to reply back. Nothing too big, just a small message.
To: Unknown ID
Sent: Today @ 3:35 pm
Call ID: 1-250-654-4820
Okay. I'll see you there -Tiffany
I didn't ask who it was, because they probably wouldn't have told me. Though, it was strange I had a secret admirer. I'm pretty curious as to who it is. Why would anyone like me? I pretty much wear dresses all the time, with some flip-flops or heels. I have long, wavy, blonde hair, and many people say Im perky and/or have a bubbly personality. What do I think? I'm me.
For the rest of that afternoon, I mostly lounged around the house. I couldn't stop thinking about that text message. I mean like what if it was a nerdy dude, or a cute guy, or even better, Eric! I know, I know I'm fantasizing too much on that last one. I'll probably never get my Prince, until I kiss at least a dozen frogs. And so far I've only kissed 6, so I have a while to go. But I do have some hope, and with that hope I got my pajamas on and went to bed.
The next morning I woke up around 10:34 am. I didn't really want to wake up, until I remembered I had a date tonight with a secret admirer. Being said that, I sat up on my bed, grabbed my phone, and started checking my text messages. All there was, was messages from Celeste saying how much she hated Eric. Nothing from my admirer. Maybe I dreamt the message. Maybe I wasn't actually wanted except in my dreams. That didn't make me feel so good, so I checked my recieved messages and there it was. The text sent from my admirer.
Sadly I didnt have any plans on my first day of summer. I would normally hang out with Celeste, but I have a feeling she wouldn't really be "Here" Here. Know what I'm saying?? The great thing about no plans was I had lots of time to figure out what I was going to wear tonight. Before I started on that stuff, I had myself some Coco Puffs. My favourite type of cereal. Finally I was done eating and it was time to get to work.
I headed to my bedroom, grabbed all my clothes, and piled them on my bed. If it was a cute guy I'd have to look good. I decided to go with a dress, because dresses feel more me. I tried on about 27 Dresses till I found the right one. It was a coral pink, shaped all my curves, and it looked very...symmetrical. Mainly because the fabric looked like it was wrapped around me at different angles. But it actually wasn't.
This wardrobe fitting took most of my day. I had to figure out how I wanted my hair, I left it down and wavy. I had to find the right pair of shoes. I decided to go with flip-flops since we would be on a beach, and wearing those I would less likely be able to fall. After all this I had to choose how I wanted my make-up to look like with my green eyes. I went with a black eyeliner to make my eyes pop, some light blush, a pink-ish eye shadow, and some gloss to be applied after dinner. I decided to quickly paint my toe-nails, so they could dry while I ate dinner. I used a nice light shade of purple that sparkled. I really think it made my outfit stand out.
My parents were gone for most of the day. They had many errands to run, but came back for dinner. As a family we sat at the table, I let my toes dry, and we ate steak, mashed potatoes, and carrots. It was a mighty tasty dinner, and by the end I managed to have time to finish eating, brush my teeth, then put some gloss on. It smelled like Strawberries, yum. I was just about out the door when my parents asked where I was going. I told them I was hanging out with Celeste at the beach. I mean like what was I supposed to say? "Oh I'm going to meet this guy whome I dont know. He sent me a message saying to meet him at the beach 'cause he likes me. I hope he's cute, 'cause we are going to fall hopelessly in love" Hahaha yeah....NO! When I finally left, I called Celeste and told her to cover for me if my parents called her house, because I was going on a date. She said okay and before she could say anymore, I hung up the phone and was on my way.
The drive to the beach felt like forever, when it was actually just 10 minutes. I guess I was just so anxious yet excited. When I got to the beach, there was barely any people, except for some couples having a romantic evening. As I scanned the beach I noticed only one person not with anyone. He was sitting on a blanket checking the time every once in a while. I figured that must have been him, and started walking towards him. I felt like I've seen the outfit he was wearing before, but couldn't remember on who. The guy wore Khaki's, he was a blonde, and wore a nice, light blue T-shirt. As I got closer he turned his head and saw me. We gazed into eachothers eyes, as I started to slowly back away.
It was Eric! All I could really think to myself was 'Is this a joke?' If not, why would he like me? I broke the gaze we were sharing, turned around, and started walking away.
"Tiffany wait up!" Eric's English accent made me stand still in my tracks. "Where are you going" he asked confused.
"Im heading back to my car, no way this is real. It must be a joke" I didn't know how to explain myself.
"This isn't a joke, please just listen to me for a moment" Eric's eyes started to look sad, how could I possibly walk away? I couldn't. So I simply said "Okay" and he went on with his story.
"When I first came to this school, I didn't know what to expect. The first day when I saw you in the halls my heart went Pitter- Patter in a way it's never done before."
"So why did you ask Celeste to go out with you and not me?" I was getting confused.
"Well because I was hoping by going out with Celeste, I would learn more about you. Learn if I was even the type of guy you liked." As he said this he looked so sincere.
"Of course you are my type. You're smart, you have a great personality, and you are extremely handsome (But that's just a bonus). I've had a crush on you ever since that day in the halls. I so badly wanted to be with you, get to know you."
"I wanted to be with you too"
"So why didn't you ask me out, until the very last day of school?" I interrupted him, starting to get annoyed.
"You wanna know why?" He asked, taking my silence to go on. "Because you are so beautiful, If I tried to ask you out, it probably would have gotten all messed up, 'cause you're different than other girls. You make me feel like I shouldn't be the one for you, like you deserve better. Even if I had asked you out, I wouldn't have known where to take you" With him rambling on, with his beautiful accent I hugged him. That shut him up, and he hugged me back. I could smell the sweet scent of his cologne as the wind blew by us, and all I said was "This is the perfect first date"
We held hands and walked along the beach, feeling the sand between out toes (We took off our shoes). We could feel the different textures of shells that we picked up. Some bumpy, some smooth, and some with little crabs in them. I could feel my dress swaying in the wind, and the heat radiating from Eric's body next to mine.
I felt absolutely wonderful, extremely happy, and full of love. Even though this date didn't have the best smell in the world (Smelt like seaweed, saltwater, and fish) It was still perfect. 'Cause as we sat back down on the blanket, I saw the pretty colours of the sunset, I looked through my shells and saw the many shapes and sizes, and I could see Eric's beautiful face right next to mine.
I've gotta say, out of our whole date, the kiss was the best. I was getting up to leave and as we were saying our good-bye's he kissed me. The moonlight shining behind us. All I could hear was the ocean noises behind us, and a few fireworks (But that might have just been in my head). I guess even if you haven't kissed all you're frogs, you can still get surprised and get a Prince instead. And that's exactly what I got. My Prince Charming (With an English Accent) and a perfect date, every girl's dream.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Serenity Bliss
It seems as though I live in a fake world. Like the only thing real is me.
Every morning I wake up, grab a cup of coffee, then head to work. But everyday always seems to be the same. I work at 'Serenity Bliss', Or as many people like to say 'the manicure/spa place down on Boulevard'. Serenity Bliss is where many women like to go, to get a little TLC. When you walk into the spa part of the store, you can smell the sweet scents of candles burning, you can see the mud baths down the hall, the message tables in Room 1, and the steam room in Room 5. The rest of the rooms can be reserved for special guests. The manicure part of the store is where many women get Manicures, Pedicures, or Facials. They may be doing this for important occasions, to relieve stress, or just to blow their money.
I work behind the cash register, not a very important job compared to the others, but it still gets me money. I've worked here for about 4 years, and during those 4 years I've realised something...everyone looks fake! The older women that come in look like they had Botox way too many times, they wear dresses they think look nice, and they have so much money it's unreal. However we do get the odd group of teen girls that stop in. These girls will normally wear short-shorts and tight shirts. The great thing about them stopping by is they all seem to have rich families, which means they have a wad of cash, which means the cash register gets lots of money fed to it making that great "Ka-Ching" Sound as I open it, which means my paycheck will normally have lots of zero's. It's very rare but we have had it happen, when the odd gay guy comes in. Honestly out of all people, I think they are the most normal. Other than me of course.
My name is Audrey. I have long, wavy, blonde hair, hazel eyes, and my average outfit would be: Skinny Jeans, and a shirt from my floor. You know, something normal. Probably almost all the time you will see me chewing 'Explosive Berry Mint' Bubblegum. It may sound weird, but don't knock it till you try it, 'cause now it's my favourite.
It really amazes me how different the 'average girl' schedules are compared to the 'wealthy spoiled girl' schedules. My schedule happens to go a little something like this:
Wake up from Alarm at 6:00
Eat the average breakfast (Cereal)
Get dressed, then on my way to work
On the way to work, I will grab my cup of coffee
Then I'll head to work, and wait for costumers or phone calls
At about 7:30pm I get home and cook dinner
Nothing too fancy, just either leftovers or something easy to cook
By then I'll be very tired and want to go to bed
When I can afford to go to college for a year or two my schedule will only change a small amount.
Now here is what I imagine the 'wealthy spoiled girl' schedule is like:
Wake up whenever time
Have pancakes, french toast, or eggs
Search through the tons of clothes in the closet to find the perfect outfit
Then leave to have a day of shopping, spa, or whatever they please
After a long day of doing basically nothing they head home
Of course their room is already clean from the maid
For dinner they will have, Lobster, Crab, Caviar, or something extravagant
Then they will get tired and want to sleep on their soft, cushiony beds, with silk covers and Pajamas
They don't even have to worry about college 'cause they can afford it whenever they want.
One day I was at work. We were having this special that said "Buy a manicure and pedicure, get a free facial" So just like all our other sale days, it was pretty hectic. I don't think it had gotten this loud before. All you could really hear is the door chimes going off every few minutes, cheers from happiness, the cat "Meowing" Like crazy because of the noise, and the cash register opening rapidly as a new costumer comes to the desk to pay. Even though I got a headache from all the noise I was pretty content, very blissful. I could tell I'd be getting some tips, and my paycheck would be pretty good. Yay for money!! It'll be going toward my college fund.
For the next hour, it was all just a blur. Money was being tossed around like beach balls, I could see exuberant colours in glass cases that I think was nail polish. Cover-up, cotton balls, nail polish remover, and hair brushes were being sold as if they were on sale too. It was very hard noticing the details that were around me. Everyone was like mad zoo animals, and then I noticed her. She wasn't getting a manicure, pedicure, or facial, she was just staring at the things we had in stock. I guess she thought it was hectic too, thought I wouldn't notice her, but I did. As I rushed across the room trying to dodge perfume clouds, I started to see her up close. She had short black hair, wearing a V-neck dress, and wore sunglasses that did not shape her face well. She kind of reminded me of Rihanna. So that's what I nicknamed her. The Rihanna look-a-like was trying to steal bottles of perfume. Why? I have no idea, but they were small enough bottles that could fit in her purse.
As she was just putting a bottle in her purse, I grabbed it from her. The Rihanna look-a-like just stared at me. She had a smirk on her face with satisfaction. I didn't understand it. Then she took off her shades, gave me an evil, glaring stare, and said "Hello Audrey". Who was this girl? Did I know her? Then I realised it was Bianca, my old enemy in high school. She used to have longer hair, and she used to have boys swarming her all the time. As I thought back to all the old memories, two pairs of strong hands grabbed my arms and put handcuffs on my hands. Confused I looked at Bianca. All she said was "Looks like I know you, better than you" Then walked away, flip-flops making sharp flop sounds. Only then did I realise I had put the perfume bottle in my back pocket. Force of habit I guess, from putting my cell phone there all the time.
For the next few hours, I was stuck in the slammer until my parents got here to bail me out. I wanted to get a laywer, but they cost way over my budget. All I could really do was plea to get out. Surprisingly I still had my job. Either my boss didn't care that "I stole", She felt bad for me, Or she looked closer at the security tapes and realised I wasn't the one stealing. Being in jail for a few hours really didn't change my life much. The only thing that did change was how I thought about my old enemies, and where Bianca might have gone. One thing I will never understand is, Why me? She had other enemies. Maybe she was doing that to them too, but for what? The satisfaction of knowing she put her enemies in jail? Or just 'cause it amuses her? I will never know because "Bianca has left the building".
Every morning I wake up, grab a cup of coffee, then head to work. But everyday always seems to be the same. I work at 'Serenity Bliss', Or as many people like to say 'the manicure/spa place down on Boulevard'. Serenity Bliss is where many women like to go, to get a little TLC. When you walk into the spa part of the store, you can smell the sweet scents of candles burning, you can see the mud baths down the hall, the message tables in Room 1, and the steam room in Room 5. The rest of the rooms can be reserved for special guests. The manicure part of the store is where many women get Manicures, Pedicures, or Facials. They may be doing this for important occasions, to relieve stress, or just to blow their money.
I work behind the cash register, not a very important job compared to the others, but it still gets me money. I've worked here for about 4 years, and during those 4 years I've realised something...everyone looks fake! The older women that come in look like they had Botox way too many times, they wear dresses they think look nice, and they have so much money it's unreal. However we do get the odd group of teen girls that stop in. These girls will normally wear short-shorts and tight shirts. The great thing about them stopping by is they all seem to have rich families, which means they have a wad of cash, which means the cash register gets lots of money fed to it making that great "Ka-Ching" Sound as I open it, which means my paycheck will normally have lots of zero's. It's very rare but we have had it happen, when the odd gay guy comes in. Honestly out of all people, I think they are the most normal. Other than me of course.
My name is Audrey. I have long, wavy, blonde hair, hazel eyes, and my average outfit would be: Skinny Jeans, and a shirt from my floor. You know, something normal. Probably almost all the time you will see me chewing 'Explosive Berry Mint' Bubblegum. It may sound weird, but don't knock it till you try it, 'cause now it's my favourite.
It really amazes me how different the 'average girl' schedules are compared to the 'wealthy spoiled girl' schedules. My schedule happens to go a little something like this:
Wake up from Alarm at 6:00
Eat the average breakfast (Cereal)
Get dressed, then on my way to work
On the way to work, I will grab my cup of coffee
Then I'll head to work, and wait for costumers or phone calls
At about 7:30pm I get home and cook dinner
Nothing too fancy, just either leftovers or something easy to cook
By then I'll be very tired and want to go to bed
When I can afford to go to college for a year or two my schedule will only change a small amount.
Now here is what I imagine the 'wealthy spoiled girl' schedule is like:
Wake up whenever time
Have pancakes, french toast, or eggs
Search through the tons of clothes in the closet to find the perfect outfit
Then leave to have a day of shopping, spa, or whatever they please
After a long day of doing basically nothing they head home
Of course their room is already clean from the maid
For dinner they will have, Lobster, Crab, Caviar, or something extravagant
Then they will get tired and want to sleep on their soft, cushiony beds, with silk covers and Pajamas
They don't even have to worry about college 'cause they can afford it whenever they want.
One day I was at work. We were having this special that said "Buy a manicure and pedicure, get a free facial" So just like all our other sale days, it was pretty hectic. I don't think it had gotten this loud before. All you could really hear is the door chimes going off every few minutes, cheers from happiness, the cat "Meowing" Like crazy because of the noise, and the cash register opening rapidly as a new costumer comes to the desk to pay. Even though I got a headache from all the noise I was pretty content, very blissful. I could tell I'd be getting some tips, and my paycheck would be pretty good. Yay for money!! It'll be going toward my college fund.
For the next hour, it was all just a blur. Money was being tossed around like beach balls, I could see exuberant colours in glass cases that I think was nail polish. Cover-up, cotton balls, nail polish remover, and hair brushes were being sold as if they were on sale too. It was very hard noticing the details that were around me. Everyone was like mad zoo animals, and then I noticed her. She wasn't getting a manicure, pedicure, or facial, she was just staring at the things we had in stock. I guess she thought it was hectic too, thought I wouldn't notice her, but I did. As I rushed across the room trying to dodge perfume clouds, I started to see her up close. She had short black hair, wearing a V-neck dress, and wore sunglasses that did not shape her face well. She kind of reminded me of Rihanna. So that's what I nicknamed her. The Rihanna look-a-like was trying to steal bottles of perfume. Why? I have no idea, but they were small enough bottles that could fit in her purse.
As she was just putting a bottle in her purse, I grabbed it from her. The Rihanna look-a-like just stared at me. She had a smirk on her face with satisfaction. I didn't understand it. Then she took off her shades, gave me an evil, glaring stare, and said "Hello Audrey". Who was this girl? Did I know her? Then I realised it was Bianca, my old enemy in high school. She used to have longer hair, and she used to have boys swarming her all the time. As I thought back to all the old memories, two pairs of strong hands grabbed my arms and put handcuffs on my hands. Confused I looked at Bianca. All she said was "Looks like I know you, better than you" Then walked away, flip-flops making sharp flop sounds. Only then did I realise I had put the perfume bottle in my back pocket. Force of habit I guess, from putting my cell phone there all the time.
For the next few hours, I was stuck in the slammer until my parents got here to bail me out. I wanted to get a laywer, but they cost way over my budget. All I could really do was plea to get out. Surprisingly I still had my job. Either my boss didn't care that "I stole", She felt bad for me, Or she looked closer at the security tapes and realised I wasn't the one stealing. Being in jail for a few hours really didn't change my life much. The only thing that did change was how I thought about my old enemies, and where Bianca might have gone. One thing I will never understand is, Why me? She had other enemies. Maybe she was doing that to them too, but for what? The satisfaction of knowing she put her enemies in jail? Or just 'cause it amuses her? I will never know because "Bianca has left the building".
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