Wild Flower

I

'Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee..' I unwillingly turn over, and open my eyes, hitting the off button on my alarm.

It's 6 a.m. on a Monday.

"Five more minutes" I groan to no one in particular, and snuggle back under the covers.

"Carry on my wayward son, they’ll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more..." Groggily sitting up, I shut off my phone alarm.

"I suppose I should get up now...," I say to myself aloud. I really hate going to work this early; especially on a Monday.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a black tank top. I walk into my ensuit and hop into the shower. I wash my long brown mess of curls for what seems like an hour.

After rinsing the last of the conditioner out, I dry off, wrap a towel around my hair, and get dressed. I walk into my closet and pick out my favorite pair of white converse and choose a black watch to match my outfit. I check the time, and see that it's only 6:32; I have time to rest a bit more, so I slump down on my bed and just lay there for a while.

That is, until I hear something shatters outside.

Running to the window, I look outside to see a moving truck and a man frantically picking up a box and yelling at a guy who most likely dropped it; I guess it had fragile things in it.

I turn away and look into my mirror. I unwrap my hair, and watch it cascade down to the middle of my back. After combing it out, I put it up in a messy bun, spray on my 'Pure Seduction' perfume (thank you Victoria's Secret), and I’m on my way. I grab my keys and phone and head out through the back door to the garage.

I go through the side door and unlock my love,'The Beast'. The Beast is a blue Citroën Survolt beauty with bullet proof windows and voice recognition; he is a gorgeous piece of machinery. I have another love as well, known as Black Widow. She's a red Ducati motorcycle. As I roll out to work in the Beast, I can see (who I presume to be) my new neighbor, along with his movers, stare in awe as I speed off down the street.
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"So, did anything happen this weekend?" My friend CJ questions taking a bite of her meatball sub.

We decided to go out to Guermo's place after work.

CJ's real name is Cara Johnson but everybody just calls her CJ for short. She's a fiery red head with brown eyes and towers over me at 5'9''. We met in grade school at the age of 5 and have been the best of friends ever since.

We decided about a year and a half ago after graduating, that we should work together. We applied as receptionists at a prestigious hair salon "Deux Beau," and now we work from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m. every week day. Not my idea, but I just went with it anyways. The pay is pretty damn decent, and our boss is nice, which is 'definitely' a good thing; with how much CJ and i talk, I'd hate to have a strict boss.

"Umm, my sister came over to visit?" I reply digging into another slice of pizza.

"What I meant was, did you meet anybody new?" she countered.

"No, but I got a new next door neighbor today." She swallows the peice of food in her mouth and looks over to me.

"Really?! Who? What's their name? What are they like?" She asks eagerly.

"I don't know, I just saw the movers this morning right before I had to dart off to work."

"Well then, we should go over there and introduce ourselves, and welcome them to the neighborhood!"