I hate winter.
It's the worst season ever.
I used to always tell my mother that God put winter in the seasons to punish us from all the selfish things we did throughout the year because yeah...
Everyone does something selfish.
I hated everything about winter. Even the holidays and yes now I know what you're thinking.
'How could you hate Christmas? It's the best time of the year.'
Yeah well not for me. I don't care for Christmas.
My thoughts are interrupted when someone hits me roughly on the shoulder as I walk along the NYC sidewalk.
Fuck. I hate how crowded the city gets. But it's Christmas Eve. People are probably doing last minute shopping.
And I love the city anyway.
Ha. Funny I know.
I just like how the attention isn't on me. I hate the attention and yes I hate a lot of things.
The things I love is on a short list.
Like my hair. It's not too long with a light brown color. But what I love most about it is when the sun hits it a certain way, it glimmers a shiny golden color.
I pull my beanie down more, covering my ears and crossing the street quickly as I pull my bag up before it slipped off my shoulder. I walk up to the huge building where I work.
Hannings Publishings Co.
"Cam!" I turn at the shout of my name to see my best friend, Erin, running up to me from her cab. She clumsily drops the papers she was holding and I shake my head, walking up to help her.
"You need to slow down." I chuckle as I bend down to help her with the papers.
Erin has been my best friend since college. I was basically forced to become friends with her because I couldn't afford to switch dorms when I met her.
As soon as I walked into that room with my bags in hand, I thought I stepped into a Barbie house. Her side of the room was pink and everything she wore was pink all though she didn't look anywhere near a Barbie doll with her braces and big glasses.
But over the four years I've spent with her, we became as close as Bonnie and Clyde. Without causing trouble. And over those four years, she's grown out to be a really gorgeous young woman with her light Hazel eyes and perfect teeth. She cut her hair shorter and always wears it in a messy bun.
"There is no slowing down in New York City." She laughs as we stand back up to our feet.
"Right." I say as we walk up to the doors of the building. "Well you really need to slow down in taking so many stories. How many do you have anyway?" I ask as we wave to George at the front desk and step into the elevator.
"Uh I think twenty. I just finished the thirteenth one." She answers casually.
I can never work on that many stories at once. We're both working as two of the highest publishers in the company. I've never thought I would be here but I'm proud of how far I got on my own.
"Take less." I shrug. "Or party less." I frown. Knowing her, she parties more than anyone.
"Whatever." She chuckles. "Oh and speaking of parties..." She says as she reaches into her bag.
"Here we go." I say sarcastically and she laughs.
"Oh shut it. You love my parties." She says as the elevator dings and the doors slide open. That's when I know my day will turn upside down.
