Marvelous First- Part ONE #NewAdult

Sixteen

                        When I reach home, I parallel park into the driveway and stumble my way in to the kitchen. Gosh I'm so grateful to be home, not because I wanted to sit down finally, after standing on my feet for eight hours. But because I have to tell my mother, about almost getting fired.

I make myself something to eat beforehand.

My appetite seems to have increased, since I didn't get my fifteen minute break in at work, so I'm starving. Eat Isabella. Eat. But there's nothing in my house for me to cook, unless I decide to make Pasta. Do you really want Pasta again; you've eaten it every night this week. My inner self says, making me back away from the Pasta cabinet.

Feeling my phone vibrate, inside my uniform pants, I stumble trying to find it, where is it. Where is it?

Missed Call (1)

Voicemail ( 1)

Dialing my voicemail it says: You have one unheard voice message, to listen press one. I press one

Hello this is Doctor Creswell's office, calling to confirm the next appointment for Miss Isabella Beryline. We have you down for Next Thursday which is the Fourth please give us a call to finalize the time. Thank you for your time, and again this is Doctor Creswell's office.

When the voicemail clicks off, I begin to become frazzled. Has it been a month already, it seems just like yesterday. There it is baby doctor scribbled in red sharpie circled three times. I make a mental note in my head to call them in the morning, because no doctor's office should be open at this hour.

Granted it's seven o'clock, but it's too late and besides the doctor is probably at home.

With my phone in my hand, I send a quick text to my mom.

Just got off work, there's nothing in my house to eat. Is it possible you can bring Takeout?

My phone buzzes almost immediately.

Mom: Isn't there menus there, can't bring dinner stuck at office.

She replies. For a few minutes, I type nothing. I find the menus for local restaurants barricaded inside a drawer.

I text back Found the takeout menus, inside the drawer that I never use. Can you come over because I had a bad day at work; I think you'd find it interesting why....

It takes an hour for my mother to respond: Oh lord what do you have to tell me sweetie?

I sigh, It's better if we talk about it tomorrow! Because there's a lot to the story. Trust me.

After the text conversation ended, it took me an hour to decide what I would like to order. On the menu it states their foods are made fresh.

Since I'm carrying I must eat healthy.

Minutes later my dinner comes, it looks so delicious.

Grilled chicken, spinach lemon pepper salad with Italian dressing on the side: If this dinner doesn't satisfy my cravings I don't know what will. The delectable meal filled my stomach with glee, and fulfillment. The flavors complimented magnificently in my mouth, leaving me the feeling of complete and utter satisfactory.

I woke up the next morning, to the sound of my phone alarming it's time to wake, but I let it go off for five minutes.

Oh my goodness, Rj I remembered. My body begged me to sleep, but I bolted out of bed as if I was a tiger preying it's next meal.

I stride to my car in a run, my keys in hand. Don't be late Isabella; he called you into work for a reason. Don't be late

A million ideas crash into my head, like a current, taking me out to sea. Although it takes five minutes to get to work, not today. Today it took double the minutes to actually get there.

You'd think at this hour people would be snuggled up asleep, but no.

This traffic is terrible I thought to myself. Part of me is relieved- I don't have to work today, but part of me says You need the money

When the restaurant comes into view daylight breaks, outside stands Rj waiting for me to pull in, he spots me, waving. "What's going on? " I say when I begin to close the distance between him and I. " Sorry for calling you in, when it's your day off. " He begins gesturing to the entrance " but I need to get your side of the story, because I'm filing a report against Rhett for assaulting. What I think out loud, that's all I could blurt out.
"I'm filling a report with the police, and I need your assistance. They should be here in a minute. Said to have you here, because they need to question you."

So things aren't looking to good for Rhett right now! How do you think Rj handles himself in this chapter??? I'm dying to know, this chapter took me right around 3 days to write, also dealing with things in life- i didn't have the time to write very much.. 
    Anyway see you in the next upload..