Chapter One

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                                                   Chapter One

 

I jumped three feet into the air, out of my warm, soft bed, and ran across my room to turn off my alarm. I picked up the ringing clock, trying to find the switch in the dark. Finally finding and turning it off, I sat down on the cold, hard wood floor, my heart beating fast. The stupid old fashioned alarm on the clock was loud enough to wake the dead, and it scared the hell out of me every morning before work. I hated it with a passion, but it was probably the only alarm clock in the world that would get me up at this God forsaken hour. Still discombobulated, I let out a groan and stood up. Yawning, I slowly shuffled over to my closet and snatched my work clothes off of the hanger. Stumbling into the bathroom and shutting the door, I flipped on the light. I flinched as I saw my lurid face in the dirty bathroom mirror. I always looked dead in the morning, with my pale face, raven black hair, and golden eyes, I looked like a vampire. No, more like a zombie. Vampires were beautiful, and flawless… And plus, I always seem to have dark circles around my eyes.

Stripping off my Polka-dot Pajamas, I turned the water on, waiting for it to get hot enough. Shivering, I stepped into the almost too hot water. As I let the hot water cascade down my freezing cold body, my mind started wandering. Whenever it wandered, it always wandered to them, my parents. Most girls my age were still in High School, and day dreaming about boys. I already had a job, and I’ve never been that into the whole dating scene. I never saw the point in dating this young. At least for me, that is… There was a lot I had to do to get my life together before I could even consider a relationship. Scrubbing my long hair with shampoo, and closed my eyes I dreamt that my life was different. How I longed for a normal life. I just wish I had been able to grow up with parents, people who loved me. I wish I could have gone to the same schools for my entire education. Maybe I could have been involved in some kind of sport. Maybe I could have taken horseback riding lessons… I loved horses. But it was really useless dreaming about this type of thing. It only made me long for something that could never be. I was put in the situation I was in for a reason. I was going to make the most of it. Because of my being in foster care, and moving around a lot, I really focused in on my studies. That’s how I graduated two years early. And I would have loved to go to high school for two more years… If it was just one high school I had been to. But no, I had been to three different High Schools within those two years.

Turing off the water, I quickly wrapped a large fluffy towel around my body, and twisted one around my dripping wet hair. I stepped out of the bath tub, and grabbed the blow dryer out of my drawer. I quickly blow dried my hair, and combed through it, until it was silky smooth. I put it up into a high pony tail, and put on my work uniform. It was a very dull outfit, consisting of a black pencil skirt, and a white blouse with a black button up jersey. I worked as a helper in an office down town. It was a good job for someone my age. The only reason I had gotten it, was because Lily’s parents had good connections. It wasn’t by any means a fun or exciting job, in fact it was probably one of the most irritating jobs in the world, but I was in no position to complain. It was better than my previous job of flipping burgars at McDonald's. It also paid for the rent, and the extremely high cost of living in New York. I lived in a very nice studio apartment, and the building even had a door man! I still remember the day that I got the judges approval to live on my own. I was so happy to be leaving the foster care system. I knew exactly where I wanted to live. Unfortunately, it wasn't by any means a cheap place. That's where Lily and her parents came in.

Leaving the bathroom, I flipped off the light and walked into the cramped kitchen/dining room area. I grabbed some of the cold pizza that I had last night, and heated it up. I always had take-out… I really couldn’t cook worth a darn. I flung open the microwave, picked up the pizza. Shoving it in my mouth I grabbed my coat and purse off of the coat rack and ran out the door. Running down five flights of stairs, I hailed a taxi. Ignoring the loud noises of New York, I checked my watch. Shit! I had never been late before, this would be the first time. I paid the taxi man, and jumped out of the car, racing toward the large buildings doors. The curmudgeon (my boss) was seriously fastidiousand was going to be angry. He was by no means forgiving. I burst through the doors and pushed the button to the elevator. Flinging myself into the elevator I jabbed the button to the 8th floor, I prepared myself for a tirade.

 

 

 

~~~~~~ Hey guys! Sorry, the chapters a short one, but I'm just getting started, so they'll be longer in the future! I'll update a chapter at least once a week!! ~~~~~~

 

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 26, 2013 ⏰

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