Do you like hearing stories?
People don't like them anymore tho. Maybe they don't have time or maybe good stories are slowly dreading.
I always liked stories that starts with once upon a time so....
Once upon a time it was her She didn't wanted to b...
-"Family" Slipping off my heels and holding them in my hands to not make any noise I started to go inside my sperm donor's house.
"The last room on the third floor is your Ma'am. Don't go through the second floor it's for young masters," said a woman in her 50's in a pale floral dress black eyes and black hair with black hair, few strands of grey in them. Why is she still awake at two-thirty in the morning.
"Thanks," I gave her a little nod and received an eye roll in response not being able to come out with a nice response I stayed quiet she works here you want burned food, go fight her, be the revolutionary fighter who gets burnt food in end.
I saw my room it was with no emotion white walls and a white bed with a huge white Led on the wall. It's just bland and then I rushed downstairs. I can't live here for months it makes my thoughts empty which makes me think about myself more than the room. So I rushed downstairs to find the lady.
"Where can I find stationary?" "The study room is the third last room from here," She rudely pointed her finger. What if he's there? I'm not taking the risk.
"Can you show me?" With an eye roll and a sigh huffing with annoyance, she said, "yeah." "Who are you?" She asked narrowing her eyes at me. I took a long breath what the hell I'm supposed to tell.
"I'll be working in the company from the next day," I said smiling. "So? we don't usually give them rooms here," She said in annoyance and confusion. "I'm broke so I don't have a place to stay," I said trying to keep my breath steady. "Okay," she said with her usual attitude. "What's your name?" She asked. "Gracie, you can call me that," I said. "Aiyo okay, this is study," she says in the same tone pointing her hand towards the room. "Thank you," I said then she left me and went back.
I grabbed some stuff from the study and again and I noticed there's a lift... there's a fucking lift in their house. They have a lift but it gives me a hostel vibe more.
I went back in my room mixing the white colour with basic ones making a blueish navy colour I painted then one wall with a starry sky. Colouring the sheets with black and making stars with white colour and using it like curtains. I look down at myself and my lavender dress is now filled with black and white paint.
Oh no, fuck.
My hairs have been turned white because of soaking in white colour making a bun of my hairs I started working on the other wall behind my bed.
Cutting one of my old clothes I made a cushion on the bed. There is also a love seat near the window and a balcony outside from behind my bed. But I'll try to do it next weekend if possible. Drinking some of the alcohol I brought when coming back, I started again. Finding my Fur coat from my suitcase which is placed actually... shoved in the suitcase I cut it with the scissors and make a little cushion for the love seat.
Yawning my eyes searching for a clock but there's not any. I try to see time on my phone but it's dead.
I plug it in the charge after finding it from my stuff and keeping my shit or shoving it in the cupboard. I go downstairs to keep the stuff back in the study.
As the lift opens and I get out and there's Astra and my dad sitting on the couch talking.
"I didn't assume you to be a morning person," said my father. Oh no I fucked up again.
"Darling why are you in the dress so early in the morning?" said Astra.
"Umm... I just was trying my clothes and so I thought I should just change it a little bit." I said lying on the spot, playing with a bracelet and fidgeting my fingers and finding the ground most beautiful thing in the world.
"I think it is you know a little bit improper for the office I'm not saying anything but you know it is not pretty," said Astra.
"Oh yeah..," My eyes went directly to the clock it's 6 in the morning and sunlight is beaming from everywhere never painting my curtains black again.
"You have to be there at eight-thirty darling, so hope you get a dress there's paint on your neck and everywhere else and it's really cold why aren't you wearing any slippers."
Oh no I'm drunk and they want me to go at night, what the heck it's at least 20 minutes drive and with the traffic fuck.
"I'll get going, "I said throwing a fake smile.
Keeping the stuff in the study and acting as normal as possible after getting out from the lift I ran like a maniac to my room I slipped and fell with a loud thud because of the alcohol in my system sighing I get up and go in. I got out of my dress I run to the shower oh no I never turned the water heater on.
Wearing a towel and turning the water heater on and went to the room back. I picked a blouse of baby blue colour apnd trousers of black colour from my clothes which are shoved right now. I'm turning first-day drunk, shit. My hairs have fucking paint in 'em.
Taking a shower or rubbing myself as people do to their dogs to getting rid of paint and it is 7.30 am great. Adding an aspirin in my trousers pocket, some money and phone I'm ready and now it's time to slip into my heels.
I go downstairs everyone is having breakfast.
"Sit with us have some breakfast," my father said. My brothers on the left and my dad and Astra on the right. I'm not spoiling their family meal now. "I'll be late," I said. "I have to get my car too," I said to Astra. "I'm going to explain to you something that's it," said my father.
To be continued...
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