Writing prompts and stories

Prompt: Too late now

     I walked down the icey street with my large knitted hat pulled close to my eyes. I had large sunglasses on despite the clouds covering the sun. I looked at the pavement as I walked. Despite the fame of being an actress I still felt immense social anxiety. The thought of being recognized and photographed terrified me. Unfortunately my height could easily give me away. I'm currently the tallest actress at 6'4. This made it harder to get roles in the beginning but now everyone wants me in their films.

I checked my phone to make sure I was going to the right address. My agent had booked an audition for an upcoming thriller. Not exactly my brand but the character description was interesting. I had been going to the right address but my audition Was moved to next week due to the casting director's grandmother's death. I stood in the middle of the sidewalk then decided to go get some food from my favorite vegan pizza place.

I started walking thinking about my home. I had two houses, one in LA for when I am filming and one in Ohio where I grew up. My LA house felt cold and like a stranger's place so I much prefer Ohio. I consider it a home while in LA it's just a house. That I inhabit. Occasionally.

I was walking quickly with my head down until I bumped into someone. It knocked us both down. The women had brown hair with hints of blonde undertones. She had a semi pointed nose and had beauty marks or small moles flecked around her face like me. She had green eyes but were dulled and dark circles under her eyes. She was wearing torn lulu lemon leggings. I recognized her. Emma. I went to school with her. We were friends in fifth-seventh grade. She was great to me in fifth grade. Then when we went into middle school she became horrible and manipulative. Using me for answers, putting down my A+'s and saying that hers were better because the percent was 100 instead of 98. She told me that without her I had no friends. I let it continue to long.

"Autumn? I've missed you!" She threw her arms around my neck.

"Emma let go. You were a horrible person to me. Oh how did marrying an NFL player and driving your Range Rover to your spin class and kids soccer games go?" I asked her shoving her off of me.

"My-my husband left me. He has full custody of the kids because I don't have an income. He was an NFL player as well. I gambled all my money away Hoping to make enough off of winnings to get my kids back. I'm now in debt. Please just lend me 50,000 dollars. I'll pay you back." She started crying as she spoke. She seemed mentally unstable.

"No way! You decided that even though you were incredibly smart you wanted to leech off of some rich dude and live a basic life. These are the consequences of your actions. You hurt me and now you want to leech off of me like you did your husband?" I asked her as many forced away emotions resurfaced.

"But Autumn  please. Just help me." She begged crying again.

"I have places to be." I got up and put my hat back on and started walking away. "It's too late now." I called back to her distraught figure.