I woke up and went to the kitchen to make a coffee. Realising I didn't have my phone on me I went to go get it from my bedside table. Checking the time I realise I'm late for work. shit, I can't be late for work again!" I stop the coffee machine and rush to get my clothes on, I grab my dogs leash and call him over to me. Putting the leash on him, I notice that I only have 5 minutes to get to my work. I grab my backpack from the corner of my room and throw it on my back and run out the door with Obe.
Running through the busy city streets of LA, I almost collide with someone and drop my bag, as everything spills out I cover my face with my hands.
"Shit, I'm so sorry!" The guy says. I drop to the ground and sit hugging my dog. "Are you okay?" He asks, crouching to meet my gaze. "Could I help in any way? Why were you running?" I adjust my sitting position so my legs aren't cramping.
"I'm running late for work and if I'm late I get fired." I groan. He starts putting my stuff in my bag. "Thank you.."
"Jake."
"Thank you, Jake." I smile at him, and walk away.
"Makayla. You're late. Again." shit.. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let you go." My boss glares at me as I walk out of the McDonalds.
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The DM.. | A Colby Brock fanfiction
FanfictionYour name is Makayla, you're 25, a physic medium, and you live in a one bedroom apartment, with your service dog, Obe. He's a german shepherd. You have him for anxiety. Your anxiety can cause no-epileptic seizures. You have long, wavy, jet black hai...
