Opposites attract

Just another day.

Sarah's POV:
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My story isn't like the ones you read about in books, I would know reading is my favourite hobby. I am not an elegant young lady, I don't play sports and I am in no way intelligent. I am simply just Sarah Wilson or as I like to say "a nobody". Not that I mind, I love being unseen by the world because who can judge you if they do not know you?

I don't dislike my life, but most days I feel like I'm just surviving and not actually living. All days are the same; I wake up, I contemplate my life, debate whether to call in sick to work, get up and shower while still have asleep, get ready for work then leave. It's all a constant loop from Monday- Friday.

Then there's the weekend, the beautiful 2 days of freedom and uncaring. These are the days I feel more like myself than any other. Some weekends I stay home and read till my eyes grow tired and dream that I am one of those girls in a story book falling so deeply in love with the fictional people, other weekends I spend my time out late full of laughter and alcohol. Dancing like no one is watching because I know no one is.

But no matter how I spend my weekend the ending is always the same, it's Sunday again and the dread of the next 5 days kick in. Whoever thought having Friday so close to Monday yet having Monday so far from Friday a good idea must not know what life is like for people like me. Normal, unimportant people.

I rip myself out of my thoughts and can finally hear the world again. It's a cold, rainy day and I am walking to work. I love the rain, most of the time the world goes quiet when it's raining as the sound of the water hitting the pavement is enough to silence everything else. But today is different, I hear chatter like I've never heard before. I'm not one of gossip but this must be important if even the rain can stop the noise.

I try to focus of the voices and make out what was being said but I couldn't. Too many voices at once I couldn't keep my mind on just one so I gave up. I continued to walk to the rusty building named "love and coffee" cringe I know but it was so beautiful that it made the name worth it.

When I walked inside it was dark and gloomy, like no one had been here in years when I was only there last night. I didn't own the shop, but I was one of the only ones who worked here. Not many found joy in working in a minimum wage coffee shop, I found it quite enjoyable seeing those trying to escape lives in a book. It was like looking at myself through someone else's eyes.

I switched on the light to let everyone see the beauty once again. Books filled the room, the smell of old books might sound gross but it was rather pleasant to those who knew it. Those who had no care for books or reading would find this place strange and disgusting, you could see the looks from the windows if you paid attention.

I was the only one working today, the other staff member Claire wasn't in until tomorrow morning as she was away for the week. Claire is my bestest friend, she joined around the same time I did and we hit it off ever since. We party together often, she's the funniest drunk and the most serious sober and I love her for it.

Once I had got out of my head for the second time today I got set up ready to open the shop and allow the day to go on as it normally would. However, I had a feeling today wasn't going to be like any ordinary day. There was an itch in me to say something will make today just a little more interesting than just my average day.

But only time will tell, the world does work in mysterious ways...