I begin to pack my things. As if things couldn't be worse, I could slightly hear the sly whispers of my colleagues -well, ex-colleagues, I guess- and the smirks and gigglings of my enemies. In this world, will I ever have a friend? 'The box of shame' is even duller that I thought it would be. For all of you that haven't been fired from a job, 'the box of shame' is the box you pack all your supplies in and carry out after you've been fired and it contains all of your items and memories and loved times from that job. I only have one of those things.
As I pack all my items, the secretary from earlier walks up to me;
"I'm so sorry, Eve, but I think we all saw it coming. Maybe in your next job, you could...you know..."
"I could?" I obliviously question.
"Talk to someone? You were always really...quiet. No offense!"
I sigh. "None was taken." Oh, did I take offense! I may be an introvert, but you never tell an introvert to talk to someone! That defeats the purpose! We were made to keep to ourselves.I walk out the building with my umbrella, as it was raining, and as if it were straight out of the movie screen, My umbrella turns inside out and blows out of my hand. Ugh. Mondays.
My head hangs low in shame and embarrassment. Suddenly, the cliché movie scene atmosphere changed and the pitter patter of rain on my head stopped. I hear a mysterious voice.
"Those cheap umbrellas are useless! I guess you get what you pay for, huh?"
YOU ARE READING
One Sided: The Battle's On
RomanceEve Strasser is a 21-year-old woman at a bar. She just got fired and is drinking her problems away. She finds herself struggling between two handsome men, a one night stand, and a lovesick billionaire. Who will she choose in her world of misery?
