Beautiful But Damned

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I run like every morning in the woods, the music at high volume echoes in my head. It helps me not to think. This is the time to escape reality. My reality. Ever since my parents died last year due to a car accident, my life changed. I'm changed.

Where before there was joy, now there is a vacuum. And to think that I was so happy! But now nothing make more sense to me.

I never imagined such a thing, even in the worst of my nightmares. My life has turned around from everything to anything.

My parents were great, they have never let me miss anything. We had the usual parent-child relationship, they were my best friends.

They pulled off the best part of me. But that Elisa was no longer exist. Having 20 years old I have chosen to live alone, avoiding ending up who knows where.

Not that I do not love my relatives but I never had a real relationship with them. After the death of my mom and dad I found out that my parents had thought about my future, they left a large sum of money.

I am an only child I inherited everything :house, car and what in entails. I do not miss anything but It's like I'm missing everything.

A month ago I made the decision to find a job and continue the university of law. I think it will do me good to have goals ; and then, to be honest, I have a purpose to be a lawyer. This decision come when I discovered that my parents died because of a man driving while intoxicated that he lost control of the car, ending up in the opposite lane.

The crudely fate would have it collide violently with the vehicle of my parents. But justice him out of prison after only 6 months.

When I received the news, I wanted to split the world. Everything was not right. That's why I want to become a lawyer, because certain injustices do not happen again. At least in my small way,I want to try.

Last night I sat for several hours in front of computer. I sent curriculum to every company that counts in the city.

I am scrupulous, so I read and re-read the contents of the document, That I was sending. It is necessary for me to find a part-time job, otherwise not be able to attend university and I need to have an average high grade for the scholarship.

I do not have to pay the rent, but the cost of living is to expensive, although I'm simple person. I do not buy designer clothes and shoes, I'm type of T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

Return home, after a shower, I get back to the desk. I watch the lost curriculum that I want to send to the Truston's 'never mind if they will take me' I think with the paper in his hand.

The Truston's is the most important company of the city, indeed in the country. To get on appointment with the owner must wait weeks 'they will not give a look' I mutter to myself. 'beh' i say 'there's no harm in trying'. It's better to pull out my nails, if I want to become a lawyer.

The phone rings : it's my best friend, Clara. <<Hi, bitch, are days I can't hear from you >> this is the way we say hello, for us it is normal.

<<Monkey, I'm struggling with the curriculum >> I answer. Clara chug in my ear, I already know what she is going to say : << how often have I advice you to be a model? You have the right physique and a face with delicate features, surely you would have success. Take it from one who works in fashion >> I knew. For months she is trying to convince me, out of her mouth always come out the Same words. Fashion and fashion show.

<<you know, brainiac, I hate to show off. And then I need to work in the environment where I can learn a little something useful for my future profession >> << you're a lost cause. You know how much you would earn as a model? Certainly much more than close in an office to serve coffee. >> sigh exhausted.

<<listen, Clara, I'm exhausted. I ship the last email and rest a little. >> <<okay, so talk to you tomorrow >> she answer in disappointed tone. In the last few night, I sleep very little. I tired eyes, I fell dazed.

I puzzled look at the curriculum and send it. Done, now I have to wait.

I wake up now that the sun is already high in the sky. It's late. I want to go to university to control the course I prefer and those who are obliged to attend.

I open the fridge. Heck, it's empty. Yesterday I forgot to do shopping, another thing to do if I do not want to starve.

I take a quick shower, wearing blue jeans paired with a black shirt and comfortable shoes. I chose to eat a breakfast in the coffee shop. Then I take the car and thundered toward the building that I will spend several hours in the coming years.

I have a nasty habit of driving recklessly, one day they will withdraw my license, I know.

After arriving to the destination I walk to the dispatched to the bulletin board near the entrance. While I look for notebook and pen, my phone rings.

Who could be if not the nuisance that I love
<<hi Clara >>I say puffing <<hello darling. So are you ready for tonight? >> <<sorry for what? >> <<I can't believe it! You forgot my fashion show? >> Ops. I was so caught up in looking for a job that I forgot.

Now who hears her? << Sure, I remember. Sorry, I was absent-minded >> << Are you shitting me? I recognise when you lie, miss. This Time I overcome it. What will you wear tonight? >> good question.

I knew I will put the first thing that I find in the wardrobe. << the usual >> I try to remain vague. <<Forget it, you are not coming to my show dressed as usual. Tonight there are the most influential people of new York. Understand the concept? >> <<Okay, I understand. Now I must leave you. I'm in the university, we will talk later? >> Hush.

I look at the phone noticing that the call has been dropped. I can not believe, she closed the phone down! Bitch to the core.

I do not stay there bad, now I'm used to.

** hello I'm I hope you like the story. I'm translating the story from Italian to English. I now that they will be some grammatical mistake but I'm not so good, I will try no fixed it as soon as possible. Of course if you guys help me by telling me those mistake I will be very happy. If you like the story please vote and comment. Thank you for reading.

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