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Adelaine Colbert, a seventeen-year-old college dropout, family failure and socially awkward. After dropping out of college and destroying her parents' dreams and ambitions she has a plan. Get a job...
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"Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in the hallow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go" - Unknown
The sound of an alarm going crazy after being snoozed for what seemed like the seventeenth time, my eyes had finally shot up only to see I had overslept. So, now you can imagine myself rushing around the whole house looking for a somewhat decent yet formal outfit which deemed to be a difficulty since half of the clothing I had was still back home.
This particular Monday morning hasn't seemed to be on my side, at all. With no breakfast and a late bus, I had gone into full panic mode at that point. I was going to be late.
I am never late to anything. Nothing at all. Whilst I had stood at the bus stop I noticed that the bus I was looking to catch had just driven away and would have taken a minimum of forty minutes or so, and with me being me, I decide to run all the way to the office which was quite the distance away.
Once I had arrived, sweaty and fatigued, I glanced at the clock which hung above the receptionist's head only to see that although I had tried hard and put all my efforts to get here I had seemed to arrive late, or more precisely almost an hour late. I bite down on my fingernails in nerves as I get inside the lift and wait for the doors open to the floor of the office where I would be put to shame and the tally would for sure go up for Fletcher, no doubt in that.
As the ping coming from the elevator wakes me up from my sudden worries, I step out, feeling as if I was walking out onto a battle group only to await the dreadful moment of the complete wipeout of me, which for some odd reason felt that the moment was edging closer much quicker than I had anticipated.
My feet pick up their speed as I finally leave the elevator after contemplating what to do next. Should I go and knock to the office and apologise for my wrongs fairly or quickly try and sneak in as if nothing had happened? Looking at the latter of the two, my best instinct tells me to take the second route, well, at least attempt for it to work. I was too much of a coward as it is so knocking at that door and admitting to failure was like black magic to me, completely unknown since I never did it. There was never a reason for me to have to use my gut instinct in times like this because for one, it never happened for me to be late at any sort of event, occasion, nothing at all. Not even once at school during my five years studying at secondary. Not once. Two, I would never have the guts to own up to something myself, if I was going to apologise it'd have to be through confrontation, for sure.
