My Little Dove

Chapter 1

(I decided to post this early because I'm a nice person 😌)
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Dove's POV:

"Gahh!"

I had been trying to draw the same hand for 30 minutes and wholeheartedly, I was on the brink of stopping the torture and erasing the whole thing.

"Take your time" Yelena suggests, stuffing a hand full of popcorn in her mouth.

I frown and look back at my sketchbook.

"What she wants to say is 'what the hell do you think I've been doing?' But my girl is too polite"

"Thank you, Monica" I smile

"Anytime, Buttercup"

My two best friends Monica and Yelena watched our favorite show while I practiced my worst subject for the art of people. Proportions.

The seemingly simple task hung over my head like mistletoe.

"Oh! No, she did not!"

The random outburst had me messing up all over again. Yelena looked over at me and smiled sympathetically. "Sorry!"

"It's ok, I'll try again later"

"Don't you start your job at that cafe downtown tomorrow?" Monica asked, putting the used bowl in the sink

I nod and close the beautifully decorated drawing book. "My second job"

"If you need money help, you can always ask Lena or me, we'd be glad to help"

"I'll manage, thank you guys"

"I hope everything goes well, can we catch dinner tomorrow?"

"That's fine" I give them both a hug and watch as they walk down the stairs of my apartment building.

I wash the few dishes in the sink and change into my pajamas.

"Please stand up for yourself" I mumbled to myself in the mirror.

I had always been soft-spoken, but it had only gotten worse with time. Having social anxiety didn't help either. Makes you wonder why I would work at a coffee shop and a bookstore

My elderly neighbor needed help with her sick cat. I offered to help even though I knew I had a hard time even making ends meet with my simple bills and college fee. My friends thought I was too kind for my good since once I agreed I felt too bad to tell her I couldn't.

I often let people talk to me how they wanted and use my kindness for granted, simply because it felt like I couldn't breathe when I was faced with confrontation.

I lay in bed and closed my eyes. Praying that the next day would work out.

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The alarm blared in my room. I turned it off and slipped out of bed, using my cow slippers to keep my feet warm. I take a hot shower and dress in my new uniform. A baby blue-collar shirt, lined with brown and embroidered with a small coffee cup. The stalky brown pants and a light itch around the waist. I put on the tacky hat and made my way to the subway.

Numerous people bumped into me and I apologized to every one of them. I knew it wasn't my fault that they ran into me, but I couldn't help but apologize.