Orange is the New Way

Chapter 2- Samantha Brown

I'm familiar, as I'm sure everyone is, with the expression "breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I don't know why society decided that breakfast was the most important meal, because, frankly I think that lunch and dinner are just as important. Well, anywho I really hope it's not true, cause in that case I missed the most important meal on a very important day. Yeah, wrong timing as usual. But I have my reasons for skipping breakfast.

a) I was way too nervous to eat, I probably wouldn't even be concentrating on the sweet syrupy taste of the maple syrup on my pancakes. In case you're wondering, my roomate is working towards becoming a chef, which is awesome for me cause that means great meals every day. Seriously, though I couldn't cook to save my life. I'd probably burn something and start a fire. Even though I'd normally be wolfing down pancakes my head would be too filled with excitment and nervousness. Why? Well, my entire future was depending on this day, so if I screwed up... oh I didn't even want to think about it. 

b) I was running late. I felt so stupid when Monica's (my roomate) arms were on my shoulders shaking me to get up. She explained I forgot to set my alarm clock and I was running late! Just great! My first job as a nurse-in-training and I'm late on the first day! She offers to make breakfast but I'm already changing into my favorite orange dress. At least, maybe if I look professional then I wouldn't be in too much trouble.

No such luck. My boss, a strict lady in her late 50s was not happy to see me. Her glassy, cold eyes bore into mine in an unwelcoming way. Her red, cherry lipstick and her jet black hair pulled into a tight bun, I realize she reminds me of those strict teachers in the 80s who would rap a child's wrists with a ruler if they misbehaved. I could tell we wouldn't exactly get along.

"You're late," she pursed her lips and shook her head, "If I were you, I'd make sure to arrive on time." "Sorry, I forgot to set my alarm..." I try explaining...

"I don't want to hear it," she cuts me off sternly. Well, isn't she sweet? "Now since this is your first day I'll let you off the hook. But after today I expect you on time every single day, understood." I nod, at this point I decide I should let her talk. "My name is Ms. Jackson, Susanna Brown right?" Ok, I probably should correct her, I don't want this woman thinking I'm Susanna, I figure that if I'm working for her that she should use my real name. "Samanath Brown," I correct her as politely as I can. She curtly nods, "Very well, Susanna in that case let's get started, follow me." Well, this should be interesting.

After 15 minutes of going over rules and policies I finally get handed my uniform. Disappointingly, it's not one of those cute outfits you'd see a model nurse from "Grey's Anatomy" or a doctor show wear. It was a really, dull plain white button down shirt with a beige skirt. When I changed into it I looked like a scullery maid. I looked at my lovel orange dress and sighed. Why couldn't this be the uniform? I trudged out of the locker room, knowing Ms. Jackson was expecting me. Suddenly, I was excited to get my first assignment. It was better than being stuck in her boring office and it might distract me from the awful uniform.

A lady who looked a few years older than me was waiting for me instead of Ms. Jackson. Now, this was better. Her features were more pleasnt. Her curvy brunette hair fell down her back touching her waist, and her soft, gentle features were such a nice contrast to Ms. Jackson. Her light, brown eyes were beatiful, they seemed to sparkle radiantly in the light. She smiles warmly and introduces herself," Hi, I'm Brianna Mccoy. Ms. Jackson had to leave for a very important meeting, so she said for today I'll be helping you. She says you're name is Susanna Brown, but I doubt it. She gets every ones names wrong. She calls me Brittany and I've know her for two years now," she rolls her eyes and laughs. I grin, well someone around here wants to know my name. "My name is Samantha Brown, I guess Ms. Jackson thinks otherwise though." We both fall into a fit of laughter. After a few seconds when we recover, Brianna points out my uniform. "I see you already have your uniform. Do you like it?" I don't know what it is about her but I already feel like I can share my honest feelings with her. "Not really, this is seriously plain." She nods sympatheticaly, "I know what you mean. I really don't like wearing this either. But you know since it's you're first day you're not required to wear it." My eyes widen, "Really?" She giggles, "Fell asleep during the first day lecture? I did, too. So are you going to wear that?" She points at the orange dress in my arms, "I would, it's beautiful." I grin at her before going back to locker room to get changed. I can tell we're going to be good friends.

Brinna gives me my first assignment. "You're just going to do a simple check-up on a patient who just came in today. I'll give you the room number," she explains. She takes out a slip of paper and writes down a room number. Little did I know that just beyond the door I'd walk into I'd find a...  peculiar... persona.