Toyed With

'A Bad Memory'

Dedicated to NotYourAverage_Nerd for that awesome cover that makes me poop rainbows! LOL I'm funny. Sorry for interrupting. Please read on...

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I woke up the next morning with, obviously, a terrible hangover. The throbbing pain in my head was literally killing me and it took quite some time and some pills to get any better. After the agonizing moments flew by, I got dressed and headed out to buy some groceries. The walk to the nearest supermarket at eight in the morning turned out to be quite pleasant and enjoyable. After buying all that I required, I headed back home to begin my day.

Once home, I called my parents and told them about L.A and then texted Sam about when he could be meeting me next and how's his life. Simultaneously, I made a quick breakfast and then plopped down in front of the television and began watching Two And A Half Men. Around lunchtime or so, Eden gave me a call and told me to meet her by the riverbank after four for a little 'welcome picnic'.

So, just like I promised, I met Eden by the river and the two of us laid out a tablecloth and a picnic basket and chatted away non-stop about things, all while eating food. Talking to her suddenly made me realise how much I missed out when I was young. I never spoke about clothes to anyone nor talked about how flirty some guys can be. In fact, now that I think about it, my childhood went about without anything to bring a smile to my face.

And being here with Eden really lifted my spirit. I felt happier here, with new friends. With friends. With a job, parties, a life. For the first time in my life, I was happy in the position I was in and didn't want to move forward.

The time finally came when I had to head back for work on Monday. So, taking it very seriously, I dressed myself in a pencil skirt, a office blouse and high heels. I pinned my hair up in a bun and headed towards my office with my laptop bag in hand.

"Good morning, Chez." I chirp, hustling towards her. The receptionist looked up from her Times magazine with a disgruntled look on her face.

"What do you want?" she snarls rudely at me.

"Oh, nothing." I mumble, feeling a little bit annoyed. What was it with this stupid woman, Chez that made her so rude?

Recalling the way Flynn showed me, I made my way to the elevator and then to the discussion room. Glancing at my watch, I realised I was later than expected so racing frantically accross the office room, I ran into the discussion room, panting while I did so.

Inside were over ten people sitting at the chairs, who were listening contently to the middle-aged man talking. The second I scurried inside, the entire crowd turned to look at me, including the speaker himself. It didn't make sense why they were all in this room. Wasn't this supposed to be the discussion room for those in my department.

"Ma'am, what exactly do you want here?" asked the speaker curtly. I noticed how his lips pursed with every syllable and how his head (that was balding) reflected the light from the bulbs above. He was short and a little plump, and his skin was brown in colour.

"Uh, I thought this was the discussion room." I reply, straightening out a little.

"And what do you think we're doing here?" he remarks snarkily and the entire crowd chuckles in amusement. My face flushed red in embarassment and I tried looking away to avoid the rude glares I was receiving.

"Uh, I thought -- " I begin to speak, only to be rudely interrupted by Flynn, who'd entered the room, looking as flushed as I am.

"Oh, sorry about the interruption", he says, smiling sheepishly at the crowd. "She's new and she probably lost her way. I'll show her out."