Blue Skies and Past Lies

Chapter 1

Alright, well here's the first chapter. Give me some feedback on what you think, and also suggest some actors/models for the characters. I have thought of a few, but I want to see how you envision the characters. Thanks for reading, enjoy.

Nothing says New York like the smell of smog in the morning. Annie Hannagan already came to love this smell, nothing made her feel more at home than air pollution. Who needs fresh air and wide-open spaces when you could have crowded sidewalks, bumper to bumper traffic, cafes on every corner, and the invisibility the population offered. No small town gossiping for her, not anymore at least. Pulling out of her daydream, Annie needed to finish paperwork on the Everett divorce case for Mr. Drews before he left for the day. Working as a paralegal wasn't what she originally wanted to do, but photography just couldn't pay the bills. Even though she lived with a roommate in an apartment in Brooklyn, she still had trouble paying the bills. 

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Just as she finished and sent the files to the printer there was a knock on her her cubicle wall. "Miss Hannagan I hoped you finished those documents" her boss stated as he entered the space she so lovingly deemed 'the coffin'.

 "Just sent it to the printer, anything else I can do for you Mr Drews"

"Nope, I think that'll do it for tonight. Just try to come in early tomorrow, got some clients coming in and I'll need you to take some notes for me, oh and also my office is a little messy could you straighten up a bit before you go, thanks." he said and left without waiting for a response.

 Of course Mr Drews, certainly Mr. Drews, Let me spit shine your shoes and scrub the floors with a toothbrush while I'm at Mr. Drews. I was supposed to have tomorrow off you old fart, remember or do I need to go around and shout it for everyone to hear. I always end up doing all the work, what about about Deborah that lazy good fer nothin rear end of donkey. She just sits there and reads those gossips rags, I end up doing all the grunt work and she gets the credit. She couldn't even

"Annie"

find the coffee filters

"Annie..."

If they flew right up and

"ANNIE"

" WHAT" she yelled and then whipped around right into the surprised face of you guessed it, the she-devil herself, Deborah.

"Yes, what can I help you with Deborah" Annie retorted icily.

"I need you to fill in for me on Friday, unlike you I have a date and need to go shopping for something sexy and totally drop-dead gorgeous like me"

"More like Drop-dead and stay dead" Annie whispered.

"What was that Candy"

"It's Annie and I said I can't I have something to do on Friday"

 "Like what, sleep in and watch reruns of soap operas" Deborah snorted.

"No actually I have a.... uh a..... date, I have a date", it wasn't a complete lie. Oh she had a date alright, a date with her cat Lord Darcy and a tub of Ben and Jerry's finest with a side of freezer burn.

" Oh come on like you actually have a date, you're still taking Friday for me and when I get back on Monday I'll tell you all about my date with my hunky doctor" Deborah said as flipped her hair and sashayed out of the office. The poor sap most have been unconscious or drunk off his rockers when he made that date with the overly flashy, orange tan disaster that is Deborah Wilcox. Well there goes my four day weekend, can't something go my way for once. God if you're listening, strike me down now or at least strike Deborah down, amen.

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It was well after 10 o'clock by the time Annie finished, Mr Drews had exaggerated that his office needed 'a little' cleaning, it was an episode of Hoarders come to life. The sounds her stomach were making could have been used for a documentary on whale mating calls, not to mention she was dead on her feet that were still encased in a pair of torture devices known as heels. A quick trip to King Wong's No 1 Chinese sounded like heaven, an order of fried rice, sweet and sour chicken,and some Crab Rangoon  was just what she needed. Stepping out into the cold December night, Annie was relieved to find it wasn't snowing heavily. Something about the white fluffy stuff just made her upset; or maybe it was where she came from that made her dislike snow. Montana, thinking about it even now made her want to curl up in her apartment on Fremont street and never venture out again. Reaching King Wong's, she went inside, placed her order, payed for it, and headed to the nearest subway stop.

Finally, after suffering through leers and creeps trying to cop a feel on the train, she made it to her apartment. Turning on the light, she noticed her roommate Tanya wasn't in. Probably at her boyfriend's, I need to get one of those. Could come in handy when Tanya isn't here to kill any of those nasty eight-legged creatures of the underworld. Stupid spiders, always gotta be hidin' in some corner ready to make me pee myself. Yeah like when there was one waiting in my shower and I fell and just about bled to death. Gosh Annie you're such a klutz. Annnnd now I'm talking to myself, I really need to get out more. Walking past the worn-down sofa, she set down her precious cargo of Chinese delicacies on the faded kitchen counter and headed to her room. Stripping out of her skirt and blouse, she changed into a comfy pair of sweats and an over-sized t-shirt. Annie considered this to be the best part of her day, coming home and changing into clothes that didn't choke her made her feel like the weight of the world was gone and she could relax. Heading back to kitchen she grabbed her food and sat on the sofa watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother. Remembering the depressing fact that she had to go into work tomorrow, Annie turned off the T.V. and went to bed. About ten minutes later, she heard the pitiful sound of a forgotten cat. "Oh crud, Lord Darcy" she shouted and rushed to find. She found him in her room and discovered a bowl of food and water already there, she watched her furry companion head out the door towards the bathroom in search of his litter box. Gosh, Tanya takes better care of him and she doesn't even like him. With Lord Darcy taken care of, Annie set her alarm clock for five and fell into a comatose like sleep.