Unlaced - h.s

Chapter One-

Today. November 3rd, the day I've been waiting for my whole life. Today, I am going to work. I finally got a job at Santino Publishing. Yes. The Santino Publishing in Los Angeles, California. I left home a month ago to get my own apartment, luckily with my mom paying my bills so I could live. What would I do without my m-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Shit. I flung my hand against my alarm clock. 'Damn alarm clock' I thought. I grabbed my phone off my nightstand and turned it on. I checked my Facebook. 65 new messages. 'Congratulations Isabella!' 'I can't wait to see you!' 'San Diego misses you!'

Living in a city your whole life is hard. You meet people and get to know them, and all of a sudden something happens. Someone leaves and your life changes drastically. But.. I was the one that left.

Every single day I miss San Diego, but I'm in LA now. And it's time to get used to it.

I rushed to the washroom. After doing my morning routine, I ran to my bedroom and tried to pick out an outfit. "So many options." I sighed to myself.

Green tanktop and jeans. Pink leather jacket with dress pants. "Ooh." I smiled at the outfit I held in my hands. A high waisted dark brown skirt with a white button-up shirt. "Yes!"

For atleast ten minutes, I struggled to get the skirt around my waist. I mean, I'm only 120. But I've got big hips for a petite girl. I buttoned up the shirt and grabbed brown wedges and rushed to the kitchen to get my pop-tart.

Finally, I grabbed my purse and put on my wedges. Before leaving, I looked in the mirror. I had a light amount of makeup on. Just some eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara and concealer.

I picked my keys up off the counter and headed outside. "Hello Bella, how are you doing today chicà?" said my landlord with her heavy Hispanic accent.

"I'm amazing, Jeníta. I'm going to my first day of work." I grinned. "Oh darling, take me with you?" her brown hair was almost completely grey. "God, Jen, I would love to."

"Ay!" Jenítas loud voice filled up the elevator. Her finger was pointed right at me. "Do not say the lords name in vain! Now go make a good impression!" Jeníta smiled wide as the elevator doors opened and I fast-walked to my car.

My car beeped as I unlocked it and hopped it. I turned on the radio and 'Broke Fries' by some Ariel Grand chick came on. "Hell no." I said, changing the station.

I put my car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot. Minutes later, I was on the highway singing along to Britney Spears with the window down.

Finally, I turned into the parking lot of Santino Publishing. I couldn't even contain my excitement. I adjusted the rear view mirror and fixed my brunette hair.

I sounded like a pig walking up to the building, squealing and making weird noises. It was a large glass building. It was like a skyscraper.

After fiddling with the door handle, I pushed open the door and walked in. The lobby was casual. The whole place was black and white. There were chandeliers and everything.

I walked up to the front desk to see a beautiful red haired lady, possibly mid-thirties? She looked up immediately and smiled with her bleached white teeth.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" she asked. "Oh, hi. I'm Isabella Verkins, your new employee?" her smile got even wider. "Isabella, dear! How are you?" "I'm great, how are you?" I smiled back. "Fantastic, darling. I'm Candice. Would you like me phone Mr. Davidson down here?" she offered. "If you want to." I smile.

Just as I finish answering, a guy with curly brown hair walks by. I can't help but stare and I'm sure he notices. "That's Harry Styles." Candice whispers in my ear.