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".