Take a Chance on Me

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏: 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

The rain continues to pour as Wanda stares out the window while contemplating her life choices. She continuously taps her fingers on the table while her other hand flicks the cigarette ash into the ashtray. Trying to come up with a way for her to have 500 dollars more by tonight so she can complete her rent payment. She now takes the eviction notice that sits on the edge of the coffee table and stares at it. At least she was able to settle a deal with Samuel that for as long as she's able to complete her payment by tonight or tomorrow, she can stay.

She also considers to temporarily stay at the apartment of her asshole ex-boyfriend who wants her back in the event she's not able to pay her landlord on time.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" She whispered to herself as she exhales the smoke from her cigarette.

It's been three years since she moved from Pennsylvania to New York so she can start a new life but she feels like she's not moving forward at all. Like when you're on a treadmill, you get exhausted from continuously running but it takes you nowhere. That's how she exactly feels right now. She works for an advertising company named Shield Advertisements because she wanted to climb up the ladder. She needed to start somewhere. Apparently, she's climbing the ladder a little too slow to her liking. With less than 50 dollars in her credit card and almost nothing in her bank account, she's about to lose hope.

She inhales the last hit of her cigarette before pressing it on the ashtray and crumples her eviction notice and attempts to shoot it in the trash can on the first try, she failed but she didn't bother to pick it up. Instead, she drags herself to her bed to finally shut her mind from all the thoughts in her head.

×××

The most annoying alarm goes off and her initial reaction is to let out a grunt and hit snooze.

Another day, another burden.

Finally, she gets up from her bed and heads straight to the bathroom to take a shower. And continues her daily routine of getting ready for work. When she was done, she slips in her boots, grabs her coat, bag and keys and leaves her apartment without bothering to make the bed.

Once again, she's gonna be late for work.

"Wanda, you're late." Sharon implied.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Wanda says flatly to her close colleague.

"Seriously, Wanda. What's happening?" Sharon asked. Looking so worried.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now. Especially, in this place." Wanda answered.

"Okay. uh—," Sharon pauses. "It's Friday though, wanna go out after work? We could go to a bar and talk about it. Drinks on me."

"That sounds perfect."

"Cool. It's settled then. Well, gotta pretend that I'm working before Fury catches me again."

Sharon goes back to her desk to try and pretend being busy like she said while Wanda starts tapping on her keyboard and browses through her emails for new boring tasks to do. She pretty much endures the pain of just simply doing the same thing every single day. She considers everything as a mundane routine already since none of it gives her any sort of happiness or excitement anymore. Unlike the way she felt the first time she moved to New York. An optimistic girl filled with dreams and aspirations.

She's no longer the same girl.

Brooklyn is not a fairytale either. Well, for most parts of it anyway. Because everything is so stressful and smelly. Also the weather could not get any weirder. Seems like there's no perfect weather. Either it's depressing and disgusting or humid and irritating. Nothing in between.