"Hello?" his voice rings through the phone.
"Uh h-hi Connor, it's Harry."
"Oh hi Harry! how are you? are you well? where's Stella? I'd love to see my little princess again!" he blabbers on.
"You would? that's great because I was going to ask you for a favor," My uncle usually took care of us when Stella and I were smaller.When his sister, my mum, died, he offered to take us in, and I refused. When Anne left us that day I told her I was going to take care of Stella, me. I promised. But I still gave him the privellage of seeing Stella, whenever I felt like it of course.
"I was wondering if you can maybe take care of Stell for a while? i'm going to Tenessee to spend my birthday there with a friend." I know my uncle. He's obviously going to say yes to spending time with Stella.
"Of course!" he's so cheery all the time it's quite annoying."when exactly?"
"Like in two weeks?"
"Perfect, see you then, bye Harry."
"Bye."
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Evas POV
"BEEP..BEEP..BEEP"
"ugggg." I groan. I reach for my phone on my cherry wood nightstand and slide it snoozed. The blinding sun seeps through the opening of the dark curtains and hits me directly in the face. I squint and take a deep breath. I hate Mondays. Well, maybe just everyday.
I groggily step out of bed, the wooden floor cold beneath my feet. My bed creaks as I get up and walk to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and pee; when i'm done I strip the remainder of my silky pajamas to get in the shower.
I pull back the grey shower curtains and step inside. The cold water shoots out and I instinctively step back and squeal. I turn the nozzle to the middle and step underneath the flowing water. The warm water soothes me and the smell of my lemon and orange body wash awakens me. When i'm finished I put my neutral colored undergarments, my dark skinny jeans, and black polo on.
I untangle my long brown hair. I've always hated the color of my hair, also of my eyes. I find no beauty in the colors, it bothers me, and brings back events I don't want to relive. I sigh and brush off some unwelcomed memories that I don't want coming in mind. I gather up my damp curls amd twist it up into a bun, I secure it with brown bobby pins and top it off with my hat that saids Miami cafe' who would think of such an original name like that.
I walk past my living room that has one long sofa, a flat screen tv, a coffee table, and a tall lamp. The walls have no frames and are white. I've been meaning to paint them but whats the point? nobody comes around here, not even Harry, and he's my "friend". I have no pictures of my mom and dad because I dont want any unwanted reminders. Speaking of them makes me dread going on the trip even more, I dont wanna face them, but i'm glad that atleast Harry's going to be there. I guess.
The kitchen is just as plain, the cabinets are also white, and the counter top and island is grey granite. I stand on my tippy toes and reach for my capn' crunch cereal and pour it into a bowl, I open the stainless steel refrigerator and grasp the gallon of milk. I pour it on as well before eating a spoonful, the only sound in my lonely apartment is the crunching of the cereal in my mouth, and the sound of the always busy Miami beach traffic.
I grab my purse before taking one last glance inside my dull, empty, apartment; and head for work.
I am going to be switching from Harry and Evas POV's from now on. I know that right now the story isn't that interesting, but thats just because its starting.
-Alex
