Speed Breaker

Speed Breaker ≈ 4

"Ella loved the ones who were easy to hate and hated the ones who were easy to love. And that's what made her fall for Dustin. He was too easy to hate. It was a crazy love story told at least hundred times via tabloids when the most feared but charismatic heir of Swansea Co. fell in love with a naive young beautiful lady. And together they were a hot mess but in love nevertheless. And then came I, Arlena Ansel Swansea in the picture. I lived a life of a princess who had it all. Jewels and dollars to make me smile bright. Also the misery that comes with it. Just the way life is supposed to be. A little bit of sugar and a dash of salt. Until everything went down the rollercoaster with a no turn up. Just me and the gravity. It is like falling down the hole of Alice In Wonderland. But no friendly bunny to greet or a crazy old scarecrow in search of a brain. Just a witch named Merida. And that is my story," I concluded. I was stuck with Elliot, filling up for Jace in the 24/7 open store. Jace had called me when I was coming home from school and had begged me to fill up his night shift. The old sod who owned the shop didn't give a flip who did the job. And there are not many people who come out to this shop at 9. Another sleepless night for me.

"You can definitely do the summarization part of my job." Elliot snorted.

"You have another job?" I squinted at him. He shrugged and placed his hands on the countertop.

"Yeah, I collect stories."

"Like books?" I scrunched my nose.

"No. I collect stories of lives. Real life people and not biographies."

"Huh?"

"Every window has a different story of its own, Lena." Reporter then? His gorgeous face had a serious passionate look as he said something that made me even more confused.

"Oh and you know them all?" I played along.

"No. I know many but I am still in the process of collecting all the files and linking them together."

"Files?"

"Files of memories of sad phases of people's lives."

"Whose?" Maybe he is that guy ladies hire to spy over their husbands?

He ruffled his brown hair and said, "Everybody's. You see that blond girl? Hers. That middle aged, funny moustached man's. That church door you see he knows many stories. In fact doors are more reliable than walls."

"Okay. Suppose you have this job you say then why do you work here?"

"You know Jace right?" I nodded. "I am working on his story.

"Oh-kay...So when do you waltz into people's lives to collect these stories?"

"When its time for somebody to smile. When all the misery needs to be put up to end. When its their time to shine. Cause you and I we were all born to shine."

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I should be studying now but bc of Hali and Maddie I wrote and posted this. So I am gonna get to that physics textbook before my dad finds out that I am not studying. Or my movie plans for weekend might get cancelled. :D

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- Audrey