The Confusing Chronicles of Kim Mesa

Chapter 1: Wakin' Up In Paradise

Kim's POV

I opened my eyes, blinking to make sense of my surroundings. It was still dark out, but I could see pale moonlight light flow into my room. It allowed certain items to shimmer, catching my eye and waking me up a bit. I looked at the clock, the unsettling time of 3 A.M staring demonically at me, right in the face. I slammed my head into my pillow with exhaustion. My hand crept out from the covers, feeling the empty space beside me. I let my fingers roam free, searching for any sign of life, but there was none. I'm alone. This wasn't new information, but it still made me so sad and made me very envious of my older sister, Georgia Mesa. I felt so sad and almost insane because she had a boyfriend, a large house, a very calm class to teach (Because, of course, I got the crazy class to teach.) at The Angeles Academy, and she got all of the money from my father's will after he died. I didn't get a single penny. All I got were a couple of outdated utensils that I couldn't match to any of my porcelain dishes.

It wasn't fair. All the pent up emotions made me want to cry. And cry I did. Tears streamed down my face at a remarkable speed, soaking my pillow. Deep sadness from inside me reared its ugly head, bubbling up and pushing its way out. My arms tensed, grabbing my pillow with a deathgrip. Small noises escaped my mouth in between my sobs. The tears eventually numbed my mind, and I fell back asleep.

I woke up at 5:20 A.M. on the dot, ten minutes before my alarm. Since I was a teacher, it was imperative I was on time. I brushed my long brown hair, riddled with frivolous colors in an attempt to attract a man. I grabbed a towel and hopped in the shower, fighting back tears in there too, the ever-looming consequence of dying alone forever hanging over my head like a dark, dark cloud. After ten minutes, I got out, drying myself off quickly, blow-drying my hair, and brushing it again.

I went to my closet which was filled with an assortment of revealing clothing. Again, another attempt to attract a man, yet, to no avail. It was obvious why men didn't like me. I was petite, with no curves or big breasts. I had no special talents, or a radiant smile or delightful voice. I could barely even cook. I was plainer than plain, and equal parts lonely. With a sigh, I randomly chose a low-cut houndstooth, orange and white tank top. I hastily grabbed some orange skinny jeans and a white necklace. I also grabbed sleek white pumps to compliment the pants and shirt, and watched the outfit come together. A great look for school, and hopefully an attractive look. I spun in front of the mirror, looking at every facet of myself. I admired every stitch of fabric tightly fitted against my body, hoping someone would admire it as well. By now, it was 6:25, and I needed to get to The Angeles Academy by 7:15, and it was twenty minutes away.

I left my small house only to see a heart-stopping, jaw dropping, vision of pure beauty. He was tall, lean and muscular. He had brown hair that was usually scruffy due to his work, and piercing hazel eyes. He was... Raul. He would always make me temporally forget about my troubles. He was a dreamboat- a sexy, strong, kind, and lovable dreamboat. We always had a little game of back and forth, even though he only spoke Spanish to me. He was everything I could ever want.... and he was my gardener. "Hello, Raul" I shouted, waving at him. He looked at me, smiled, took off his sweaty shirt, and turned to me. "Hola Signorita!" His muscles rippled, much to my delight. "Raul, you're looking fine today." He responded in Spanish, as usual. "So what's up, Raul?" Again, more Spanish. "You're so funny, Raul!" I laughed, my hands flying to my knees with my giggles. "I have to go, I'll see you later, Raul!" "Adios!" Raul shouted back, starting up his lawn mower. I watched him for a few more moments, taking in every muscle, every inch of him. He was my angel, and I could stare at him forever. I sighed. I just wish he showed a bit more interest in me.

Again, I sighed by walked off to my car, almost tripping in my heels. I fixed my hair, smoothing it against my shoulders, minding the small curls I had put in. I took out my car keys, my car chirping to life. I walked into the street and slid into my car. Perhaps, today would be a good day.