The Second Chance

Chapter 1

"You can't see it, but I'm slowly giving up" - Unknown 

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Friday, January 1st 2016 - West Side, Manhattan, New York City

7.00 A.M 

It was a cold,New year's morning.
Just about 3 hours before my "life" changed.
Little did I know, something big is about to happen.

Closing my monochrome diary / journal / best friend, I walked straight to the little 3 years old coffee machine, making the first drink of the day.

Today is going to be a brand new day.
Today is going to be different.
Today is going to be the start of something new.

I kept repeating that to myself, so naive, actually believing that things are going to get better.
I walked to my bathroom, took a fresh and nice morning shower.
I changed into something worth to wear, the nicest pair of flat shoes, black 5 dollar skirt, and a simple grey shirt that belongs to my sister.
I had to dress to impress.
That day, I was about to take a job interview.
Preparing myself, I put my stuff in my old string bag.
My journal, an old pencil case that I labeled "my wallet" with 10 dollar cash inside and a little cute photo of me hanging by the side, and my portfolio.
I put my long-brown hair in a ponytail, so it matched my outfit and put just a tiny amount of makeup. 
Brown eyeshadow, pink blush, and lipgloss, all from the dollar store.

I rehearsed with myself in front of the dirty mirror in the bathroom.
A simple thing to say about my fashion sense but tried to make it sound as confident as possible.

I have to get this job.
I need this job.
I have to nail this interview.

Taking a sip of my coffee and crossing my finger across my chest, before finally stormed out from my unpaid and rent one bedroom apartment and stormed out to the real world.
I lived in the 3rd floor and I had to take the stairs because there weren't any lift. 
Before I had out the door, I checked again my mailbox.

EMPTY

Of course, who would sent something ?
I can't believe I'm dumb enough to believe someone wants to send me something.

Frustrated and depressed, I slam the mailbox door causing someone who was standing next to me, had a shock.
A boy about 23 - 25 years old with brunette hair and a jawline so sharp, it could kill you.
His name is Logan.
But of course I didn't knew him back then.
He was just one of those random strangers who happened to live in a same building as I was.

"Easy there princess, what that locker ever did to you ?" He asked 

He had this, playboy look in his face and even in his tone. 
Thinking he was just a stranger, I ignored him and run my flats outside the old building that I called HOME.
But while walking out the door, I felt someone's gaze from behind me but I just shrugged it off and walked away.

Finally, out in the big apple.
The streets were pretty much empty since it was new year's morning.
People were still in their houses or apartments, spending time with their family and loves one, still in the Christmas mood and vibes, while I was out there, finding my destiny.
As I walked through the streets, I realized how nice this feel.
Not really many people were out there, most of the stores were still closed and not much of a transportation.
Since it was only down the corner, thought I could just walk instead of taking any kinds of transportation, remembering again my wallet condition.

It was about a 10 minutes walk until I reached the boutique.
A little nice, clean but yet classy and trendy clothing store right next to a bakery.
Here in Manhattan, you might think that there aren't any tiny store since it is a part of NYC.
But if you search again, there are actually a bunch of cute little store just by the corner or the street.