The beautiful ones. (ON HOLD)

I ran as I glanced at my watch. I was late yet again as I hurried round my fresh paint smelling apartment gathering my thing. I rummaged and searched throught the piles and piles of open and un-opend boxed each one labled in big bold letters, trying not to knock over the ones that said "kicthen", "fragile" or "this way up". I grabbed my coat and slipped my arm throught the sleeve as i juggled. Once that was over I rushed out the door just barley clutching my portfolio and roll tube. I pulled out the key from my tan treanch coat pocket and locked the door behind me.

I then without a second thought ran down the five flights of beautiful metal shell spiral stair case of the old freanch art deco styled apartment complex as my hand glided over the old wooden railing. The warm spring sun was beaming brightly throught the stain glass skyline up above, making the way down seem just a little longer and my fingers danced throught the colours that rained down upon me. I hastily ran down the polished marble steps since the elevator was out of order for the third week running, i jumped off the last step and landed softly on the "just cleaned" rose red carpet. i then spotted Mrs. Wilona, the old lady who lives in apartment three on the ground floor, she had just returned from the shop to get her daily paper, the New York times.

"good-bye Mrs. Wilona" i said as i ran out the door of the apartment block.

"oh, goodbye dear and good luck"

i made my way thought the morning crowd as i slipped my way passed, the noise filled my ears as people where talking on there phones, russling newspapers, cursing for running late, just like me. anyway I then saw the number 32 bus pass by as it then pulled up at the bus stop which was only a block way from my aparment, i then just went for it, i ran and just managed to catch it before the doors hissed, closeing beind me, i could finally catch my breath.

"good morning Nikki" smiled James as he tipped his hat like a true gentalman.

James ishe bus driver, i catch the same bus on a daily bases so its nice to see a familiar face on my way to work.

"busy this morning are we" i smiled as i payed the fair, dropping four quater dollors into the box.

"are'nt we always" he laughed as i sat down in the empty seat next to the window on the right hand side.

I could finally relax for a moment before i reached the subway, i gazed out the window as i saw the beautiful sunrise stream across the new york city skyline, the morning light glimmered off the windows of the skyscrapers that towered over the busy city streets, the sound of honking cars and road works filled the air. the road breakers hammered away and the coffee drinking, office working, pager beeping morning workers waited impatiently in there four by four's and economy cars for the lights to change, a typical new york morning i say.

finally the bus pulled up outside the subway, i then prepared myself, i got up and made my way off the bus.

"good luck" smiled James

"thank you" i said hastily as i ran off the bus and headed for the subway entrance.

down the stairs and through the turnstiles as i then made a big dash for the platform. As i ran i could hear people echo all around me as i slinking my way throught the morning rush, people talking, laughting, buskers trying to earn some money for coffee. i ran as fast as i could, i saw the train pull up, i was only a few feet away. Then bang... desaster struck.

"oh my goodness om so so sorry, are you hurt?"

"No, no im fine"

he helped me with my bags which where sparrled out all across the white tiled floor.

i scrambled around as i grabbed my designs, i saw the doors close on the train. it slowly began to move untill it was gone without me. i rolled my eyes.

"are you sure you are ok?" he asked again.

"peachy, just peachy... Uh.... I missed the train, I'm running late, and I have to get to the studios on time for the meeting"

I glanced at my watch

"which... Starts in seven minuets!"

I picked myself up, the man then passed me some of my papers that I had dropped.

"if you don't mind me asking... Which studios are you going to"

"lake side studios"

"well your in luck... Nikki"

Suddenly I stopped as I just heard this complete stranger say my name!

"exscuse me!"

I then looked up and saw that the mystery man was in matter of fact Jerry Kiloms, a work friend of mine. he was a tall guy with thick blond hair, bright green eyes and a purfect smile which could even make the room light up.

"jerry, it's you" i sighted with relefe.

"i was just on my way to work myself... do you need a lift?" he smiled

"you are a life saver"

he then took me by the hand and lifted me up off the floor.

"shall we..."

i then smiled as we then headed out of the subway and up to the city streets above, i think im going to make it to work on time after all.