Brush with a Gangster

Killer

*'You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it
I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama'

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18 months later

I set my clothes on the rack for tomorrow. It's better to be prepared in advance. I don't want to be late for my first day. My life is very different from what it used to be. Although I don't think I have changed much. I think I'm still a prude and a nerd. Sometimes things around here seems a little too overwhelming. The people I've met here are so different from me. They're not bad, infact they are really nice. But I sometimes feel that I don't quite fit in. I don't know if it's just me. Am I the only one who is pretending to be like someone else just to fit in? Or does everyone feels a little bit Ill fitting sometimes?

My phone rang. "Hey mom".

"Hey Dove, how is the planning going on for the first day? Excited?"

"So excited, I already picked out my outfit for the whole week. I can't wait to go there".

"Aww, I love that you're enjoying. I wanted all that for you. You know, now that you're there, I'm missing you so much that I'm slightly cursing myself for letting you go that far".

"Mom you can visit me here. We can explore the city. I can show you around".

"I will make a plan soon. Now go to sleep. All the best love".

I sighed. I'm excited about my new job. But I'm also nervous. Although it's not like this is my first job. But I will have to meet a lot of people here unlike the mountain job. I hope I don't turn out as the quiet, awkward girl. I have been called that in the beginning of my business course several times. But eventually people warmed up to me.

Chloe slid her head inside my room's door. "Hey Dove, do you have an iron?"

Chloe was my roommate and my batchmate during my business course. She is also starting the job in the same company as me although her department will be different. She is a nice girl and we've grown close as friends in the past year.

"Yes", I ducked beneath my small bed and took out the iron, "here".

"Thanks babe. Hey, let's go out tonight. I want to party for our last day of freedom before we become corporate slaves".

"I don't think so. It ten already. I'd rather sleep early for tomorrow. Besides do you wanna look bloated and hungover tomorrow?"

She made a face, "why are you such a grandma? And why does you point always makes so much sense?", She threw a tantrum for a minute before accepting that it's best to go to bed early.

That night as I lied in my bed I wondered am I really that boring? I have always been way more mature than my age. I have always been sensible. Although I would love to go reckless and make crazy decisions. But even my craziest decisions are very thought out and well planned. I guess that's just how things have been since I was young. Mom always had work, so I made sure that she at least have some things taken care of at home. I did not know how to cook, but I made sure the house is clean and tidy, plants watered and things at their place even as young as six or seven. I just wanted to help mom even though she never asked me to. I knew that I should, to ease her burden.

I closed my eyes, hoping things are not too overwhelming in my new job.

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I dropped my purse as I burst out laughing at some joke my friends made. I was way beyond drunk. We were at our regular club. I've been at my new job for almost 3 months. I was here with my office friends. I don't really drink at clubs because I don't trust anyone but today I was in a good mood and decided to treat myself. Besides my place was a few blocks from here and my friends were here.