Trouble In Paradise || 18+

01. Moving (again.)

PRIDE. by Kendrick Lamar
Beep! Beep!

Her phone buzzed awake, the alarm blaring across the room.

Deliriously, she dragged herself out of her warm, comfy, plush, soft...

And she was asleep again, though the alarm kept blaring louder and louder, until a frustrated hand punched the snooze button before snuggling back under her pillow.

Five minutes of solitude went by, before the mobile burst back to life, displaying the bright white 6:05am
She groaned again, snatching the phone of the bedside and pressing dismiss, before falling back into sweet unconsciousness.

BEEP BEEP!
She groaned tiredly, before lifting up her head to check the time.
7:15
Wake up NOW!

She jolted awake, scrambling out of bed with her phone in hand.

Michelle

I ripped myself out of the covers, stumbling out of bed with my phone in my hand, grimfully acknowledging I had no time to shower.

My shift started at 7:30, when the Italian Resteraunt i worked at opened for breakfast.
To my dismay, the productive version of me asked my boss for extra hours, and now i was set to work till 11pm.

And apparently some huge family booked an entire portion of the resteraunt - the sophisticated type that you did not want to disappoint.

And i was set to be their waitress.

I hapharzedly buttoned my black shirt and fastened my red clip-on tie, smoothing down my black miniskirt.

I'd been forced to silk press my afro for the job - something about distracting hairstyles being unprofessional in a work environment.

One of my hairties had decided to disappear again, and I really did not have time to look for it, so I suppose it would have to stay down.
I finished off by slipping on my shoes and checking the time.

7:20am, 1st August, 2023

Not bad. Not bad at all. I'd been later.

I stuffed my phone into my handbag, slamming the door shut without locking, making a note to text my roommate Tiyane, who was probably sleeping.

I sprinted to the bus stop, knowing i must look crazy, but at least I made it on time.

I boarded the bus, checking the time for 7:23am, pressing my airpods into my ears, Kendrick Lamar blasting through my eardrums as i looked out the window, head empty as i viewed the streets of New York flashing in front of my eyes.

One thing about moving to New York City was that it was always so busy. People are too busy going about their business that they don't waste their time investing themselves into other people's business.

Finally we came to my stop, conveniently right outside the Costoso resteraunt where i worked.

After thanking the bus driver, i got off and finally arrived, opening the door to a depressing silence.

Another thing about moving to New York City.

I had no friends.