A pack and a box

Chapter 1

I am currently staring at a clock wishing that time would go by. I already finished my daily work, so I was extremely bored. You know when you try to do something to keep you entertained? Well that's me right now, I'm literally tapping my desk making a rhythm to a song. How boring can my life get?

I got up from my seat to look over to the cubicle next to me. I see Jeremy typing furiously on his keyboard scrunching up numbers from nowhere. How the hell can he type that fast?

I sit back down in my seat. Finally I decide that I might as well leave. I mean, I don't have much going on anyways, I finished my work early just because it was leftovers from yesterday and I don't need to work on anything else until tomorrow.

I grab my purse from my desk and stuff trash from my earlier lunch. I rise up from my seat and start leaving the building.

Once I'm outside, I view where I spent the last 3 years of my life. The building is a plain grey with blacked windows preventing people from looking through. I work at a building that controls people's bank accounts. I know that I sound stupid, I should know the actual name of my work place and my job, but to be honest I kinda never gave two shits to figure out what exactly I was doing. As long as I was making my share of the dough, I was pleased with myself.

I turned my head towards the sidewalk and started my long walk to my apartment. I live about 5 miles from my work. Yes I know what you're thinking. "That isn't that far, why is she complaining?" Well try walking 5 miles in high heels with a pencil skirt rising up on your ass every 10 seconds?! Trust me, it isn't easy.

I make my way up to the entrance of my shitty apartment that I gladly get to call home. I was about to open the old stained doors when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I swished my head towards the object. Instead of seeing something like a cute cat or a dog wimping for help, I see a pathetic excuse of a man gargling a can of beer down his throat.

I must've made a unamused face to cause the man to stare right back at me. He raised an eyebrow in a questionable way.

"Did my handsome face stop you to behold at my beauty sweetheart?" He said with a smirk.

HIM WITH BEAUTY?!? Is he blind when he looks into a mirror? His face is hollowed with bags clinging off his eyes. His lips look like they haven't touched any water that didn't have alcohol in it. The beard that was growing off his jawline was unkept and messy. His eyebrows looked as if dirt got stuck in them. The only thing that would be remotely attractive, would be his eyes that are like a golden chocolate waterfall. Besides that, he is nowhere near the word beautiful. He shouldn't even be able to use the damn word.

"Who are you talking about? All I see is an homeless alcoholic man disturbing this building. Can't you go anywhere else but here?" I reply, knowing that would shut him up.

"The only one disturbing the building is you. By the way, I do what I damn please. So why don't you get your prissy little ass in your cozy home and stop trying to make me kill myself over your annoying high pitched voice?" He said as he glared at me.

I never had anybody say anything back to me like that before. For once in my life, I was speechless. What can I say back to regain my confidence and structure.

"At least I have a home unlike you."

Yes I know, that's lame. It was all I could think of at the moment though. Can't blame a girl for trying.

"So why don't you go inside and stop bugging me?" He scoffs.

I turn my head around to the door and open it with my hand. I glance one more time at the man catching him staring at me . I shiver as I slam the door on my way into the building. My day officially sucked. At least I don't have to see that man anymore.

Sadly, I was proven wrong the next following day.