Arcane

Chapter 2: A chaotic morning

DO YOU WANT TO DIE? YOU PIECE OF SHIT! GET BACK HERE. THIS INSTANT!!" yelled an extremely annoyed and mad Alora Laurence. A very peaceful morning was turned into a devastating chaos. Well, What's the worst that could have happened? Nothing much, The alarm clock that was supposed to ring at 6 am did not do so and she ended up waking AN HOUR late and her "lazier than sloth" brother did not bother waking her up. The outfit she was supposed to wear for interview was perfectly fine until the iron decided to malfunction and leave an ugly mark on the white ruffle shirt. And when she was panicking, running around with a hair dryer in one hand and toast and lipstick in another, she ended up breaking her heels. Giving spotlight on the yelling and screaming that happened just now, it was about how her brother, barging in her precious room and stealing the dryer (for god knows what). "SORRY SIS! IT'S URGENT!" he shrieked, running downstairs into his own room. " No,
no,no,no. I've messed up everything! If I miss this interview, I have to go on job hunting again! no lord. Shit, only thirty damn minutes are left! Think, think Alora!" she mumbled continuously, tapping her foot violently on the floor and biting the once perfectly trimmed nails. "Yes! Now only she can save me.. My life saviour! Martha!" she declared, rummaging through the pile of clothes dumped on the bed to find her phone. "pickuppickuppickup. Please pick up!" she babbled as she desperately waited for her cousin slash best friend slash part time mother slash therapist to pick up. "LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT! IT'S SEVEN THIRY IN THE FREAKING MORNING!! HOW DARE TO RUIN MY PRECIOUS SLEEP?!" Martha stormed at her, picking up after a few rings (not a few, to be exact). After explaining and begging AND promising to make it up to Martha, she somehow managed to get dressed and dolled up. "Thank you for letting me borrow your top AND your "brand new" heels AND for doing your "magic touches" on my face AND for decently managing my hair in such a short span of time, your highness. I am ready to be your slave for the rest of my life and your wish will be my command but now, please release me from your hold as I have only-OMYGAWWDD ten minutes left" Alora cried in a breath and hurried out of the room, grabbing her belongings. She vowed to make her brother pay when she comes back. " YOU ARE LOOKING FAB DARLING. MAKE SURE TO ROCK THE INTERVIEW AND MAKE SOME MEN FALL FOR YOU. ALL THE BEST SEXY LADY!"Martha shouted, coming out of the room at Alora, who was currently rushing out of the house.

ALORA

Here I am, standing in front to a huge ass skyscraper, covered with glass, glistening in sunlight. "THE ALLISONS" was proudly held up high, carved on the unreachable part of the building. The building was itself unrealistic. It was packed with security. I then realised that I have been gaping at the building for too long, being late already. So, I hurried towards the entrance, handling the interview pass to the gatekeeper as he let me in. My mouth flew open in awe as I let the interior of the building fill my mind. The elegantly designed ceiling and walls, The delicate yet perfectly smooth furniture, the huge displays which presents nothing but the success of The Allisons and most importantly, the people. All of them looked so professional, promising and styled. I wonder if I would ever get a chance to be one of them. "Last call for the interviewers. They are requested to assemble at room 22 on ground floor. I repeat-" I was thrown back to reality as I heard the humble voice of a lady speaking into the microphone. I dashed toward the reception to ask for help in finding the room and managed to get there at the last minute. My pass number was fifteen and if I get hired, this is gonna be my favourite number from now. I sat on one of the benches, nervously waiting for my turn as I glanced at the ones around me. Some of them seem confident and some were anxious, just like me. I sighed as I took a sip of water from the bottle that was placed in the tray. Help me dear lord.