Good Girl

Chapter 2- A New Job

The last few weeks have been busy and torturous. I finished the bathroom downstairs and the dining room. The master bedroom still remains unfinished. The only thing I have finished is the floors. The only way they’re finished is because they’re hardwood floors going throughout the house. Original hardwood floors, all I did was sand and re-stain them. That does count though doesn’t it?

I couldn’t decide on a wall color, a bed, nothing. So my bathroom also isn’t done. I can’t finish it before I finish my bedroom. They have to be cohesive, matching. I know what I want my bathroom to be like, but I don’t know how to put that in my bedroom.

So to put it plainly, I am at a standstill. I have gotten some of the other bedrooms finished. They look beautiful, while my bedroom just sits there, empty. To make matters worse, I have to see Matthew Mackenzie every day. I will look outside and he won’t be there, the minute I step outside, there he is. How does he do that?

I also got to see his girlfriend. Not his type, huh. While she may be taller than me, in body shapes we are the same. The only difference she has long black hair, where mine is long and brown. She also looks like a whore, whereas I don’t.  She smiled and waved at me the other day as she was getting in her car.

I just stared at her, wondering. If she knew what her boyfriend had said to me, would she be waving? I don’t think so! She would probably be chasing me down to claw my eyes out. Needless to say, I didn’t wave back. I have met some of my other neighbors. Some of them are weird. Like that Vonage commercial, where they’re like we all bundle, we all bundle.

Very stepfordy, very creepy. They were all nice though. One lady looked at me like I had three heads when I told her I wasn’t married and I had no kids. Then she wanted to know why I wanted to buy such a big house or a house at all. Apparently her son is 30, single, and still lives at home with his mother.

It’s been a long month, and as I stand and look around my bare master bedroom, I feel a sense of dread rise up within me. What if it never gets done? What if I can’t make up my mind? What if I have to sell the house? What if… I stop there shaking my head. This is enough; I have to get out of this house.

With that in mind, I go downstairs, grab my purse and keys and walk out the door. I see Matthew outside when I walk to my car. My heart beat quickens at the sight of him, just like it does every time I see it. Which is really getting annoying!

I get in my car, not allowing another glance at him, and just drive. I drive into town, and ride around for a little while. Checking it out, for a smaller town they have a lot. They have 2 theatres, one that shows 8 movies. They have a bowling alley, a lot of nice restaurants, and a mall. Wait a mall? I pull into the parking lot and check out the mall.

It was big, it was nice, and it was new. There was still a sign up from its grand opening. I park my car, and head inside. Walking in it wasn’t what I expected, it was really nice, really huge, but it didn’t have all of the fancy stores most of the malls have.

Not all of them, it did have American Eagle and Hollister, but other than that it looked like a lot of local stores. That wasn’t really a bad thing though. I stopped when I saw a billboard with all the help wanted signs on it. Every store in the mall looked like it needed help, one stuck out to me though. It was on colored paper, not plain white, and the print on it was different. It was something like I would do. It was also for one of the biggest stores in the mall.

The name of the store was MbleM. Walking into the store I was in shock, almost. It was a family clothing store, but it catered more to teens and young adults. The clothes looked like something Aeropastle would have. They were nice, hell I would wear these clothes. I walked around, pretending to be shopping. Really I was checking out the employees. The two working seemed nice. They were dressed in khaki’s and black shirts. The guy working was stocking the shelves, and moving racks.