A few days passed and the grief still burned inside Kayla. Each day eating away at her more and more, work made a lot of things worse, well it wasn't the actual work, it was the customers. The heartless, emotionless and in Kayla's words 'ridiculous alcoholics' made the grief and pain a hell of a lot worse. The ringing in her head got louder and louder and louder. Until, Kayla realised it wasn't the ringing in her head getting louder, it was a drunk customer ringing the bell at the counter, managing to slur the words 'Jeez, awful service at this b-bar.' 'It's not a bar, it's a store. And your drunk.' Kay mumbled, sneaking humour into her first conversation today.
Kayla managed to scrape herself through the day. Her usual working day wasn't like this one. This one seemed... easier? Not as easy as the ones before Sammy passed, but it was easier. The only thing hard about it was her trying to find the right key to her apartment. Flicking through the keys, Kayla mumbled no after each door opener. Parents house keys, 'no.' Shop keys, 'nope' Sammy's apartment Keys. She paused. Continuing, she sighed 'n-no...' After ten minutes of trying, she found the key. She made her way into bed. No coffee, no job searching, nothing, she went straight to bed. And there she fell asleep, until she was awaken by the noise of her ridiculously loud ringtone.
'Hello?' she drawled. A chirpy voice snapped back, 'Hello! Is this Miss Kayla Fletcher?' sitting up whilst replying 'this is she.' 'Hello, we are just calling about an interview that's opening at our new reporting office 'brights publishing' are you a fan of our industry?' The woman asked. Kayla's eyes widened, was it even a question to ask if she was familiar with the company? she read their articles day and night, all day everyday! Firing back before she lost ownership of the interview 'Yes! Yes i am. What day is the interview, may i ask?' The conversation went on for around 5-10 minutes and as soon as Kayla's finger came into contact with the big red hand up button, she thought, i read their articles everyday, but where actually is their headquarters? After googling the agency, she came to a realisation that it was far. Not like one or two blocks far, but it was Queens. The other side of manhattan.
That Far.
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The Girl in Manhattan
Historia CortaThis story is about a girl, Kayla. She aspires to be a Publishing director, only she is faced with a few bumps in the road. Family takes a toll on her. Finding a job was the hardest for her. She lives above a small liquor store in the big city of...
