Running, in high heels down a busy pavement was not on my to-do list. However when a bus you're supposed be on is zooming away, sometimes things get sweaty, tiring and out of breath. Correction: not things; me.
Defeated, I stopped running and just watched as the bus drove away, then under my breath I started mumbling, about that Dicky-Dicky-Dick bus driver! he never waited! He was always to early! Or too late! Suffice to say, if I could, I would wrap my hands around his dirty, scrubby, insufferable neck...
Argh God!
I was getting worked up all over again about that stupid bus driver!
Deep breaths, deep breaths. Calm down and just wait for another bus, and soon you will be able to afford a cab. With my luck, the bus came one hour later, and it was brimming with students and people. Gingerly, I climbed on the smelly bus, and navigated passed all the people, and spotted a seat, by the back.
The seats were crusty blue, and the covers had small bald patches everywhere. Sitting down was a relief to my -no doubt- sore toes. I loved my red shoes, but I should have worn comfty ballet flats instead, they were muchnicer to my feet. Except, beauty is pain. Fashion is... Swollen ankles?
Abruptly, I was thrown into the women next to me, as the coach skidded to a halt. Great, I was going to be stuck on this grimy, grungy, grubby bus, longer! How could this day get any worse?
It was 7 before actually saw my apartment block and 7:30 before I actually got to launch my heavy handbag onto the couch. This was because the bus dropped me off 5 minutes away from the doors, then my doorman (Jack) wanted to compliment my shoes, then went on to talk about his wages going down, before he noticed my urgency, then I had to get my post from the lockers, and just finding my keys was a feat in itself.
After that just getting up the stairs was annoying, normally I enjoyed the workout, because I would be wearing flat shoes but now it felt like my toes were having sandpaper rubbed on them and then the feeling of standing on just the balls of my feet. I'm going to have to complain about only having one elevator in a huge apartment complex.
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Taking in my apartment like the night before and the night before that, I noticed the cobweb on the left wall, my brown leather couch situated next to the right wall facing my TV that cost a ridiculous amount and my open kitchen that I adored. It was the only thing that had white walls, that reminded me of a time I was happy.
Changing, into my night gown and a robe I poured myself a glass of water and tied my black hair into messy bun, to be honest I wasn't bothered about my appearance, but my boss would insist on -us- employees looking smart and work-y.
Just as I was about to pick up my iphone from the table, I heard a knock on my door, who would knock at this time? And on my door? Trepidation infused my steps, as I approached the white door. Slowly I opened the door and a teenage boy, maybe 16 or 17 came into view, but the thing that made me gasp: was his vibrant emerald eyes, much like my own. The other thing was that he was soaking wet; drenched to the point that even the duffel bag he was carrying had water droplets falling off it.
Although the next thing he said made my heart go into over drive.
"Hey, Mom.” He smiled then continued “Long time, no see.”
