What Not To Do

Do Not Dream

Getting brutally awaken at the ungodly hour of 6:00-freaking-a.m by the wail of an unforgiving alarm clock going off, right in the ear, is one amongst three of the worst life experiences I could ever wish on anyone-even on my worst enemies- except for one. Obviously. There's always an exception.

My body shot awake with a jolt as my fingers dug into the mattress, clutching tightly to my purple sheets, hanging on for dear life. My wide eyes darted across the room for any signs of death approaching but finding none. Thankfully-for now at least. Sighing in relief, I rolled onto my left arm, my phone sliding down my ear in the process and landing softly onto the mattress, as I hoisted my body off the comfy bed and grudgingly into the warm shower.

Thinking back to the weird, and slightly fuzzy conversation I was having with Ethan last night, which I couldn't believe literally took the whole night which despite the warmth around me, made a slight chill to run down my spine at the mere reminder of what the conversation was about. The horrifying thought that I was actually going through with it.

My life long dream since like forever. Despite my tough girl act of 24/7 365 days a year which usually went along the lines of-

get out of my way you asshole or I swear I'm gonna stab that pencil into your eye sockets and twist it around until I hear the satisfying sound of your bloody eye ball crunching and then I'm gonna pull it out and feed it to you dog. While I make you watch....

-I was a mess! like a freaking marsh mellow.

But of course I'm never gonna let people see that side of me.

Absolutely not.

The only people that actually know me all that well are limited. Very, Very limited. Narrowed down to two.

They were always there for me and I tried to be there for them as well. Even when we were in high school and Ethan came out to us about being gay, at first It was really awkward but we got over it and now it's like nothing was even wrong which there wasn't really- but still.

Though the hard part was when every one in school found out and he was really depressed about it all. Apparently, Veronica Stevens- the most hated yet most popular girl in school, as cliché as that sounds- 'found' Ethan kissing some guy 'in the boys locker room' and decided to post it on the school website. Thought it would be a great joke.

The school we attended was a private school and apparently had 'zero tolerance' for bullying so that led to the inevitable expulsion that was issued to Veronica. So yeah... that was great for Ethan and everyone in that school.

But the good news was that since she only posted it on the students personal website, which the seniors created, Ethan's parents didn't find out .

Which was great for Ethan but was kind of a 50/50 situation for Penny and I. His parents were totally incredibly understanding. We didn't get why he was still keeping it a secret from them. But whatever- that's his fight I guess.

I brushed my teeth, washed my hair and finally got out of the shower with a towel wrapped securely around my body and one around my head.

I walked out of the bathroom with clenched teeth and clenched hands bunched around my chest, tightly holding my towel in place. Coming out of the shower was one of the many things I did not like doing besides going in the shower.

I stood in front of the door, my body adapting to the cold climate that surrounded my room before letting out a shaky breath and darting past my bed, to get into my walk in closet. It took me at least five different outfit changes before I finally got dressed in a black, high waist skirt that stopped mid-thigh, a gray long-sleeved cotton shirt, some black tights, a pair of black heel boots, and a red scarf paired with my new cream purse.

I grabbed my phone and earphones off my bed and into my purse before going down the stairs and into the kitchen where I made some waffles and got some coffee, which I hated but desperately needed, into an espresso cup before finally heading to the living the room where I scooped the files I prepared for the interview into my hands. I grabbed my keys from the little basket on the coffee table and headed out of my apartment, trying desperately to balance everything in and under my hands and arms before finally getting into my black Audi R8, courtesy of my two best friends, where I arranged everything accordingly. With one last glance at my beautiful apartment, I stepped on the gas and got on the road.

With my luck, I was probably going to get caught in traffic and probably end up missing the interview.

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First Chapter down. YAY!!