Love Never Dies

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I slowly opened my eyes as I heard my alarm clock beat rapidly amongst my eardrums. I grunted as I looked at the time. It was 6:00am and it was a Monday. My eyes started to drift back to sleep but I managed to stop my temptation and get out of bed. I slipped my feet into my soft, cotton slippers and stared at my ginger cat on the floor. She was lying down on my cream, wooly rug and fiddled with a knitted mouse that I made for her on christmas. I knelt down on my knees and ran my fingers through her silky fur.

"How's my little, Tabitha doing today?" I smiled, as I rubbed her fur again.

"Mw-eee-ohh!" She replied back.

"I'm very good, thanks for asking!" I laughed, as I pretended I heard her ask how I was feeling this very fine morning.

I stood up and walked to the window next to my bed. I slowly brushed the curtains to one side and stared out the window. The sun glittered upon the clouds and streaked in to my room. It was very bright, but beautiful. The clear blue sky shimmered and reflected on the small pond in the garden, it was summer you see. I heard the birds tweet a harmonic melody by which I hummed along with them. I spotted a number of birds flying to a nearby tree, they were feeding their young. I smiled at them as I grabbed my clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

As I got out the bath tub, I wrapped myself in a damp towel. I rolled my hair in another towel and started putting my clothes on. After I finished buttoning up my thin, white shirt I left the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror in my room. I'm not pretty. But nearly everyone tells me I am the prettiest girl in our work. I always laugh when people say that, but if you ask me, I feel like I'm the ugliest one there.

I have a best friend, her name is Emma. She is very beautiful and many people have mistaken us of being sisters. She has long, wavy brunette hair, like me and bright blue eyes, like me. If you ask me, I think she's way prettier than me. In high school, she has always been the pretty one out of us two and most guys were so desperate to be with her. But as for me, NO ONE wanted to date me. I was just the clever one in the background and didn't get much attention from people, including boys. When I first met Emma, she was a total bitch to me but as we got to know each other, we found out that we had so much in common. I have to admit, at the time I wasn't very 'well' dressed. I had bulky glasses that covered my bright eyes and disgusting braces that everyone stared at everytime I laughed or even smiled. My perfect hair was frizzy and curly. I didn't know about straighteners at the time. The longer I spent time with Emma, she made me realise that looks was EVERYTHING. I had to look best even if I was just at home and with that, I manage to get a boyfriend and I became quite popular!

I sighed and grabbed my blow dryer and plugged it in the socket. I then blow-dried my hair as I stared at myself in the mirror. The memories of my childhood came back. The memories of Emma and me having fun came back. It was the first day back to work after the holidays. I will see Emma again and apparantly a new face will be seen today. According to my fellow colleagues, he is hot! Yeah right! I bet he's not hot, AT ALL. Apparantly, he's 'perfect' As if?! No one is perfect in this world! And even if he is pretty damn hot, he's probably a jerk or a player! I've had many experiences with guys. They can be set out into two catagories, A player or a Sweetheart with a hidden secret. I fell for a sweetheart in high school and he had a secret. That secret changed everything! I still hate him for it!

I sighed again and turned off my blow dryer. I slowly brushed my hair tightly and placed it in a neat pony tail. Rule number one, If you're an office girl, you're hair has to be neat and tidy. It can't be messy or hung loose. People hate that! They will think that you are some crazy woman. Don't believe me? Ok that's fine. Just warning you from my past experiences by which I do not want to talk about right now.

I rubbed foundation upon my face and lightly brushed mascara on my eyelashes. Rule number two, never wear too much foundation or mascara. You don't want people to think you're a crazy orange working in an office. Managers and employers look for natural beauty. They hate fakery. Trust me! I brushed blusher on to my smooth cheeks and smudged lip gloss onto my lips. And that's it! My usual look on a normal day to work. You may think that I hardly put make-up on but seriously, natural beauty is the key to success in life and well, maybe love? I slipped my feet into my usual black heels and stared at myself at the mirror again. I knelt down on my knees and rubbed Tabitha's fury coat.

"I'll be back later, honey. Ok?" I smiled.

"Mw-ee-ohh!" She purred back, as she tip-toed out of my room.

It is only Tabitha and I living in this house. My parents live in America and I don't have any brothers or sisters to share this house with. This was my parents house but they decided to give it to me as a birthday present for when I move out. I am twenty-two years old and I never got a boyfriend after that break-up with the guy I told you about. Maybe because I am too scared to get hurt again or maybe because I'm not used to being commited with someone again. Then again, who can you blame? As I've said, no one is perfect!

I got up and quickly grabbed my small, black hand bag. I took a quick drink of milk and left the house. Rule Number three, always have breakfast, especially if you're a business woman. I just didn't have time to eat one today. Oh well.. I walked to my car and drove off. It's time to meet that guy...

Soon...

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