Things Can Change In The Blink Of An Eye.(Now in Editing)

Chapter 3: Meet Your Best Friend For Life!

I drive back to the house in a upbeat mood, singing to myself whatever was on the radio. Mostly 'Hall of Fame' the original version version by The Script, 'Eye of the Tiger' and 'Listen to Your Heart' by D.H.T.

When I pull into the apartment complex that I lived in, I find my usual parking space occupied by a baby blue Mercedes. Shrugging it off, I park across from my usual space then race up to my apartment with some pep in my step.

I find the front door shut and locked. Ashton and his father must have left and shut the door behind them. That is the best part about the entire apartment, whenever you shut the door behind you it automatically locks itself.

I unlock the door and walk toward the kitchen. A stack of letters is sitting in a neat stack on the marble countertop. The mailman must've stopped by while I was gone, but then who placed them onto the counter?

I begin to look through the letters to see what each one contains. Two letters are for the twin's birthday from our grandma Helen(our mom's mom), then yet another letter from my grandpa, probably about how I 'should go back to school and give up custody of the twins', and a letter from the Sony Management company branch just a mile or two away. I signed up a couple weeks back to see if I would be accepted as a intern there.

This is my first job since my brothers and I had run away from the orphanage, just over a year ago. My aunt Jackie, being married to a millionaire for 3 years now, has been paying the rent for the last couple of months.

She had told me last month that I won't have to worry about paying the rent until the boys are fully grown and out of the apartment. But she did want me to start working on my responsibility and workmanship skills, so she cut off her money for buying us treats and food.

I still have a little money saved in my bank account, so going hungry for the next few months won't be a big problem. But I know that money will run out sooner or later, so I began to look for any well paying jobs for a high school dropout like myself. That's when I came across the Sony ad offering to pay good money for a hardworking person, even without a high school diploma. I was interviewed for the job a week or two back, so this letter will decide my fate.

I carefully slide my house key across the folded part of the envelope, ripping it open slowly. I unfold the crisp and freshly printed letter. My dyslexia starts to act up right as I begin to read it, but I push through the awfulness of my disorder and read as best as I can:

'Dear Ms. Palmieri,

After much consideration and many applications, we are happy to inform you that you have been accepted as a payed intern at Sony Records...'

I stop reading there because otherwise I knew I would begin to misinterpret what the letter said. I felt my breath catch. I couldn't believe it, they had accepted me as an intern! It was a dream come true.

I begin to scream and jump up and down like a kindergarten on a sugar high. This was the best news I've gotten since we left. I start to dance like a stupid idiot and sing at the the top of my lungs "We are the champions" using 'I am the champion' instead of 'We are the champions'.

After a few minutes, someone is pounding on my door so hard like their life depended on it. My singing ceases, and my dancing comes to a halt. I drop the paper onto the counter and half skip, half run to the front door. I unlock the knobs and pull my front door open.

Leaning on the door frame, outside the door was a dark haired girl with baby blue eyes. She has bright red highlights in her dark brown hair which seem to pop out like a stop sign. She wears a bright green t-shirt and blue jeans. Around her neck is a paper airplane pendant hanging on her silver chain. She looks around 17 years old.