" Alaina! Wake up! We're gonna be late!" Ain't Matilda screamed from across the hall.
I groaned, " Late for what?"
" My job of course now come on and get dressed into something cute."
I staggered across my room. I went to my wardrobe looking for something that can allow me to not get killed over fashion. I finally found a "nice" outfit and walked downstairs to meet my aunt. She looked disappointed as she looked at my clothes and gave me a ' we are going shopping soon' look. I groaned and climbed into the SUV.
" Now remember, most of the people here are experts in fashion and take their work seriously." she glared at me " Make sure you get tons of advice from them."
" But Aunt Matilda, why would I take advice from people who have plastic surgery and lips sticking out to Timbuktu?" I asked as innocently as I could.
Aunt Matilda turned the darkest shade of red and kept silent the rest of the drive. When we pulled up, I could see the tall glass building with my aunt's name on it. Yep, this is gonna be a long day.
We walked in, and everyone greeted Aunt Matilda with a good morning and hello. Me? They just glared at me with a stern face as if I had done a crime. Apparently I have ( a fashion crime that is).
We walked to her office on the top floor.
" I need you to run this letter down to the mail room for me. It's in the basement." Aunt Matilda instructed.
I grabbed it and took the elevator to the basement. It was a hot, and cramped room. It wasn't like they show on tv where it's dark, cold and creepy. It reminded me of home; the temperature that is. a man in his early 60's came up to me.
" What you need sweetie?" He asked.
" I came to give you this letter. It needs to be mailed," I informed.
He took the letter happily.
" I can sure do that for you. Say, aren't you Ms. Matilda's kid?" He asked.
" No sir, I'm her niece."
He examined me closely. "Ah, I see the resemblance. I'm Martin, I'm the head of the mail room."
" Hi. I'm Alaina." I said smiling for the first time since I got here.
He smiles as well, " My two helpers aren't here today, but they will be tomorrow. Why don't you swing by? I'm sure they'd love to have you visit." Martin said.
"Ok sure. I'd love to." I said.
" Great, see you tomorrow." Martin walked off.
I smiled as I rode the elevator back upstairs. Martin wasn't so bad. Maybe coming to work with Aunt Matilda won't be so bad after all.
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Small Town Girl, Big City Boy
Fiksi RemajaAlaina is just a small town girl. She was born in Louisiana, what do you expect? She's the total tomboy. She goes mud riding, hunting, and fishing. She ends up getting in trouble, and has to live with her aunt in the city. The city is too noisy, too...
