Beep,beep,beep! I opened my arms and threw my hand on the top of the clock, shutting it off. I groaned and sat up. After my routine I settled with flower patterned leggings ankle boots and a cardigan. I thought that was quite appropriate since I am 18.well er 17 going ON 18. I live in this small apartment thats right on top of a shop. I grabbed a granola my phone and purse and closed the door. As I was walking to my crusty old broken down car my phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi is this mrs.Grove?"
"Yes this is she.."
"Hi I'm the director of Mary k's building you know, the spa/ department store/mall/-"
"Yea I know."
"Well I have noticed that you filled out- 1,2,3,4,5- well MANY applications for a spot to work here, am I right or no?"
Excitement bubbled in my gut.
"yes I did!"
"Well our receptionist had qu- retired and we've needed one for the past few weeks as nobody fit the right description but you."
"When should I come in?"
"Is today ok?"
"Of course!"
"Well I'm miss prada so tell the sub its you."
"Yes ma'am!"
I hung up the phone and ran to the car. My best friend's current job is at a Mac store and she gets paid about 100 dollars every 2 days! It's my dream to at least get to work at a store like Mac. I parked in front of the building, my hands clammy. I walked to the desk and told the lady my name.
"Hi I'm Primrose I er got a call from mrs.prada saying that I'm supposed to work at a front desk?" "Ah ha your supposed to work here!" she said as she moved.
After I got everything I needed to know soaked in I started my job. There are many unpleasant people here lemme tell you that. I sighed as I stared at the computer.
"EXCUSE ME?" I jumped as I heard an impatient high pitched squeal.
"Yes how may I assist?" I said forcing pleasantness into my voice.
"This dress practically fell apart while I was at work!"
"Well I'm sorry to hear that. If you want to get it resewn, that would cost you about... 35 dollars." I said a fake smile plastered on my lips.
"I want a refund." she demanded.
"To redeem your money back you must have a recip-"
I was interrupted by her slamming her recipt on the desk.
"ok let me just type the code in and boom, go upstairs and into lord and Taylor, I already sent the complaint/ code to them so they should be expecting you." she just stormed off, without a thank you. Finally my shift was over.
I grabbed my things and walked out the door.
The next morning I had on my black leggings and purple shirt along with a brown cardigan and black boots. Don't forget my raincoat. I walked to my car miserable about the fact that my blond hair with black ends stuck to my face as the rain made its way into my hoodie. I stuck the key in ignition but my car just spluttered and squeaked. I got out and set out for my 40 minute walk from here to the mall. Typical me and canadian weather. I was walking when a puddle decided to troll me causing me to slip, drop my phone in a puddle, cracking it and wetting the battery and causing me to practically bust my face. I gathered myself and sat down tears threatening to fall. I let out a sob and heard a car pull up near me. I looked up and saw the man who works at the mall next to mine. "Why are you crying?" he asked softly. He also happened to be one of those rude customers. I rolled my eyes and sat up.
"Sheesh I was onl-" "I DON'T want your help."
"Ok..."
I managed to arrive at the mall, soaking wet to the bone and shivering.
"Oh my mrs.Rose let me get you cleaned up!" my boss mrs.Prada gasped. She gave me a free pair of pants a shirt and warm boots.
"Thanks." I replied. I sighed,frustrated at the fact that after work i had arts and filming classes at community college. Yep. I happen to be quite a famous YouTuber. 5k subscribers.
I walked over to the desk ready to bear my terrible morning.
--30 MINUTES LATA--
Finally. My replacement arrived and I can get my booty out of here. Yeesh. I walked over to rent a center and decided to rent myself a Honda van I guess. I pulled out of the parking lot and checked my wallet. 1000 dollars. Hm.
I parked again, walked into the store and bought the car. I got back in and grabbed my nikon camera and did a new car vlog.
"hey YouTube! Today,I have bought some good news! I bought a new car! So now you won't have to suffer and hear my horrible squeaking tire noises!" "But I have classes today :(! By the time this is up it will probably be Tuesday soo.. Eh. But anwho, I'll see you guys lata!"
I ended the recording and drove down to school.
Wait. I didn't describe myself did i...
I'm 18 years old, I'm white, I have blonde hair that goes over my bum, my name I primrose white. I have really white blonde hair, from my granny, I have 4 sisters and I live In Canada, I signed up for university in london, and lA, and NY. I also have freckles. So ya.
After classes.
I'm BEAT! So I walked in my apartment and collapsed on the chair. I dozed off when I heard my mailbox close. I stood off and walked down the stairs. A letter from the uni in london! I opened it and it said...
Were very saddend to have to tell you this but, you were not admitted to our college...
I sighed and threw the envolope aside.
"Its ok primmy. Still 2 university's left."
I walked over to my old laptop and edited and uploaded my video. I grabbed my phone and ordered some takeout. I felt my phone vibrate, so I took it out and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, remember that rude customer Sam? Yeah. Its meee!
"HOW IN THE HEAVENS DID YOU GET MY NUMBER?"
"Relax, relax. I found it in a phonebook.
I really have to take my name outta there.
"What. Do. You. Want."
"To take you out on a date."
