When was the last time you marched into the unknown with only the soft glow of a motive you strongly believed in?
Anna was 7 when her father, John Blackwood, was suspected to have been murdered, but right before she turns 18 she receives a letter th...
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January 21th, 2017
Coffee. Its crisp, bright flavor with hints of such bittersweet smell that gets eaten by your nostrils and digested by your heart. I have never been a fan of coffee, but I sure enjoy the smell, it brings reminiscing memories of my childhood when my father would drink coffee in the morning and read his daily newspaper.
I am taken back once I hear my phone ringing:
Allena, the name glare on my phone screen.
"Anna, the mailman came over this morning he had a letter delivered to you. Did you receive it?"
"Uhm... I haven't checked the mailbox yet. You know what, I will grab my coffee and will be on my way to pick it up on our mailbox."
"Sure honey, also remember to pick up your dress at Macy's, my gift for your birthday and also something I would like you to wear tonight for the dinner"
"Right," Ahh yes the dinner, I must have been so excited that I forgot about the dinner my aunt has been talking on and on for the past week.
Apparently, tonight she will be meeting with her boss, Mark, to discuss future plans with the new rise in clients. But I know that she is more interested in discussing future plans she wants to have with him since she never stops talking about how sweet he is, or how he once or twice got her coffee, or how he asks about her day. I have never truly met Mark and I don't intend in doing so, but she is dragging me into this dinner just because he will bring his son along. She says that his son is coming because and I quote "Mark is trying to involve him in the world of finance and banking" and that I would be a good company for his son during the dinner. In other words, his son and my presence have no purpose in this dinner what so ever and she should just go on this date or dinner thing to meet Mark alone.
"I have to go now, don't want to be late for work again."
"Alright, let me know once you pick the dress. I want to hear what you think of it."
I take my cold coffee and keys and drive to work.
Working at Pizza Hut can be a nuisance because of the people I work with. Nancy, my superior never lets me leave early even though I do extra hours and don't get paid for them; Carlos, the chef is always in a mood and makes me wash the dishes that pile up at the end of the day; Jonathan, Nancy's nephew who is my age acts like a child by making blond jokes and taking my tips whenever he gets the chance. And there is Clara, the only normal human being and the only reason why I haven't left this job and looked for another. She is my best friend apart from Snow, my dog, who I can actually talk to. She has been by my side since I have moved to San Diego and she is the only other living being, other than Snow, who I have told that my father is still alive. And yes, I do talk to my dog—on a daily basis. Pet owners understand.
I arrive in time to change into my black pants and a white button-up shirt and put on my apron. Nancy screams my name and I rush to her, and I see her holding an envelope up. I am getting fired, I think. But she holds the envelope in my direction and tells me: "you won't be working tonight, your aunt asked me to let you off for tonight," as soon as I am about to grab she pulls back, "this means that you will work extra hours next week." She hands me the envelope with an annoying looking face. As I am about to open the envelope and see that she only included half of what they needed to pay me, she has already left the room.
