The Unexpected.

Chapter 1: Email.

Dear Ms. Brooklyn Rose,
After reviewing your profile, we're happy to inform you that you certainly meet our requirements to be Mr. Bomer's secretary! An interview has been set on Monday at 4:30! Mr. Bomer is looking forward to meeting you! We send our regards in hopes of your interview going successfully well! Good luck!!
Sincerely,
Mrs. Archeleta.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I re-read the email atleast  10 different times, certainly to make sure my eyes aren't playing tricks on me.

Could this be real?

I pinch myself, just to make sure I couldn't possibly be dreaming. I wince in pain, as I pinch harder.

This is undeniably real.

The man above has finally answered my prayers. After applying for every type of employment out there, I finally received exciting news after a time span of two weeks, overly stressing.

My wishes of moving out of this delinquent dorm room whom I share with a stranger, is once and for all coming true.

After being deliberately towered over by my so called "parents" for 18 years of my life..I finally came to a decision, that enough was enough. If they couldn't accept my dream of becoming a writer/publisher/photographer, then I couldn't accept evolving myself around them. They're both undeniably disappointed in me, simply because I refused to follow my family's footsteps. What they most desperately didn't understand was I simply didn't want to give my life to the medical field. I've watched my moms life disintegrate before her eyes.

She couldn't make it to my graduation, due to a severe case of Ebola spreading between two patients, whom both happily decided to choose the hospital my mother worked at as part of their journey, the day of my graduation.

I allowed my mother to believe I was perfectly fine with it, she told me it was one of the biggest "cases" ever to walk through the doors of Sunset hospital, and that she most desperately couldn't miss out on it.

I was incredibly hurt, a case of Ebola was more important then her daughters graduation. But, that's the life of a doctor, right? I couldn't blame her..but reasons like that, are easily an explanation as of why..I refuse to follow the steps of my ancestors of becoming anything in the medical field. I'd be missing to much importance of my own life and others whom I surround myself with. I much rather enjoy, a full time job that allows flexibility..but also doesn't interfere with me living my life..the way I'm supposed to.

My mother wasn't the only one who missed the most important day of my life..it was my father, who didn't make an appearance either. He undoubtedly was called in, simply because one of his patients attempted suicide..

My father is a psychological therapist, he's a being who helps other with their depressed thoughts. He simply acknowledges closely about how or what others are feeling just to give them medication, which in my case, doesn't do a fucking thing to help.

It's a pill that's supposed to help you forget about these negative thoughts, yet all it really does is make you emotionless. These pills in which he prescribes others, do absolutely nothing but give a person a numb feeling. You begin to feel like a walking zombie. No feelings, no thoughts, no actions..your results are: Zombie mode.

Although, I support my parents careers more than anything..I'm most certainly proud of myself for finally taking a different road in life, to deliberately try something new.

Once I made my decision on what major I wanted to focus on as I proceeded my way into college, my parents were absolutely astonished..and by that, I mean anything more than just mad. They were furious. So furious, they kicked me out, lost contact with me and simply took all of my college savings for themselves. I was unexpectedly left with..nothing.

For weeks upon weeks, I was homeless. Simply trying to get through a way of life. I constantly punished myself for not making friends in high school, I'm almost positive if had, I would've had a place to stay.

Stupid me.

After feeling bad for myself for a couple more weeks, I finally had courage to step out of that homeless shelter, just to find myself a job.

I tried for well over a week to find one, until finally I came across this little coffee shop, not even 10 minutes away from the homeless shelter.

Beans brew.

After working there for a year, and saving, I came to my regards that I needed to find a place to stay..that's when I found the dorm room that I live in now..with a stranger.

I pay $200 dollars a month in rent, that's well over half of my paycheck every month..but certainly..I could careless. As long as I have a bed to sleep in with a roof over my head, I'll never complain again.

After another 6 months, I was finally fed up..and starting searching for a job with better pay. I desperately wanted out of this small dorm room, whom I share with a greedy stranger. Hell, I don't even know his name. And i most certainly don't trust him..

Receiving this email, has given me a pinch of hope.

Hope in starting the life I most desperately want to live. 

A life, I most certainly deserve.