Another World

Chapter 5

“Get Up!” I heard as someone tugged at my sheets.

“Go away” I shouted at whoever was in my room.  Whoever it was opened the blinds, flooding the room with light.

“Ouch” I cried, pulling one of my pillows over my head to shield my eyes from the sun.

“Grace get up” Paige’s familiar voice said again.

“No, I’m sleeping, now go away” I repeated, before closing my eyes and trying to go back to sleep. 

“You’re going to be late for work” she said primly. I pulled the pillow away from my face and glanced across to the clock.

“Ah, Shit” It was nine thirty; I had slept through my alarm. I jumped up and raced across to the cupboard. I grabbed my work uniform and started putting my legs through the skirt but I heard Paige laughing behind me.

“What?”

“Calm down we have the day off” she laughed.

“Oh well let me go back to sleep then” I dropped what I was holding and shuffled back over to the bed.

“No silly were going out” a missive grin formed on her face.

“Arh, Where?” I asked half-heartedly.

“To Town” her smile grew bigger.

“That so much effort though” I sighed and crawled under the sheets.

“Grace, please we can even go to those awful boutiques you like”

“Fine, but there not awful”

“Whatever you say, just hurry up and get ready” she said as she skipped out of the room.

I dragged myself to the cupboard and stared at its contents. I had a long debate with myself weather to wear one of my dresses or jeans in the end I went with the dress because it was a hot day and I know Paige wouldn’t want to be seen with me wearing my olive green, vintage army jacket and burgundy jeans. Instead I wore a Miso Denim cut out Fit & flare dress, TOMS chestnut desert wedges and I accessorized with a gold bracelet watch, a gold wing bracelet and my favourite tanned leather scholar, buckle, strap bag.   I brushed out all the tangles and knots in my hair and tied it up into a messy bun. I applied a thin layer of foundation and mascara, then stood back to admire myself in the full length mirror; I surprisingly didn’t look that bad. I fiddled with my bracelets and brushed my finger over my tattoo, “Don’t waste it” I whispered before smiling and leaving the room. No one really understood my tattoo but it was a reminder for me not to waste my life.

I walked down the stairs, my wedges making a loud clomping noise. The sitting room at the bottom of the stairs was empty as everybody else was at work, I walked through the modern kitchen, the sun reflected off the tiles and blinded my eyes. I walked out onto the boardwalk, sat on the step and pulled out my phone to contact Paige.

After being told she was in the car waiting for me I made my way over to the car park. I walked past the swimming pool and noticed Olly working behind the Bombay Outdoor bar.

“Olly!” I shouted out hoping he would hear me and he did but he didn’t reply he just gave me an evil look and continued talking to some tanned lady at the bar. This lady looked Brazilian or something she had massive boobs obviously she had had a boob implant, she was wearing a shit load of makeup, it look like someone had just shoved her face into a cake, she had dead straight black hair and looked in her early twenties.  Why was Olly talking to her? He had always hated fake girls and she was nothing like his type. They both started laughing, I almost vomited at the site but when the girl gave Olly a kiss on the cheek my heart stopped and a tear wheeled up in my eye. I looked away and continued walking trying to cover my face with the loose strands of hair. Arh how could he do this to me? Even though we aren’t dating my heart breaks when I see him with other girls. I am supposed to be his girl, he tells me that every day.