The Pink Umbrella

-Monday Mornings-

Lara

7:49 a.m Monday

*beep, beep, beep*

I groaned

then reality came back to me

"ugh what the- shit! I'm gonna be late!"

I hopped out of bed. quickly went to the bathroom and thanked god I had pin straight hair.

I brushed my teeth and decided to skip the shower.

I had my outfit picked out laying on my dresser besides me 

A mature white t-shirt and a black skin-tight skirt.

Then I frowned at the view outside.

"The one day it had to poor?" I groaned and pulled out a white sweater not caring about the the thought of my cold bare legs.

Just as I was heading out, I remembered one thing,

"Shit, where did I put my umbrella?" Today was already going terrible the last thing I wanted was being soaked at a job interview

unproffesional.

I am a perfectionist. 

My room is usually very clean. maybe a cup on my night stand every once an awhile.

but beside that my apartment basically screams "leave it cleaner then when you came"

I know, it's kinda funny but I am the definition of the good girl. Always have always will be.

"My Umbrella where is it." I had tons of umbrellas. No reason, mostly from my mom.

My parents worry about me a lot. Same with my sister Erin. Erin doesn't express her fear of me failing in life in front of me. It's not hard to point it out though.

My younger brother, Evan was 3 years younger than me. He was ur usual 17 year old with over average grades. 

My family is filled with perfectionist. 

My mother was famous for her singing.

My father was a doctor.

My sister is a intern at my dads work in seatle. 

My brother was big in sports. All sports actually. He was born with a gift of smarts and athletism, he knows to take advantage of it too.

I'm also very smart. I graduated with a 4.6 GPA which was pathetic in my family.

my sister and brother graduated with a 5.0  GPA like it was nothing.

I'm telling you, we were all just natually smart. 

My family was Perfect.

I went over to my junk closet to find an extra umbrella.

"Are you kidding me." I snapped.

sitting in my closet was a tiny pink umbrella.

not just any goddamn umbrella.

this ugly hot pink umbrella caused me hell.

I could've sworn this umbrella was cursed.

"There has to be another one somewhere." I shuffled around some jackets and boots and there was nothing.

" God damnit!" I threw the umbrella quickly heading out the door seeing i was going to be late.

I walked out of my apartment locking my door.

I never told you what i'm trying to become.

I was a dancer. 

It was my art. How I expressed my feelings. 

Nobody understood me. But that didn't matter. Ballet is my happy place.

I didn't really want to go to this interview.

I just need a good paying job that gives me time to practice ballet.

My dream job was to work at the New York City Ballet as a lead Ballerina.

I work for my dreams and believe I will be the lead as the White Swan.

I refer to myself as the white swan.

Delecate, beautiful, perfect. 

Or thats atleast what I want to be.

but that's obviously not what other people see.

to others im no one.

it was humid. rain looked like a waterfall as it poured over my umbrella.

Life in the city was scary.

Everyday the streets and sidewalks were filled. you were always shoulder to shoulder.

Rainy days? the absolute worst. you have a 76% chance of getting hit in the eye with a sharp end of an umbrella.

My phone viberated in my pocket.

as I stood in the cold, windy streets.

the rain poured down on me and my legs got goosebumps. 

I pulled out my phone.

"Lara! Lara! sweety how was ur interview hun" Erin hid her emotion from me.

She always wanted to be the strong older sister that I can look up to.

She's the best big sister in the entire world. But she never realizes she doesn't have to be perfect for me.

I let her dance in her little fantasy of it though.

My sister has any girls dream life as an adult. 

400,000 dollars a year as a fun exhilerating job.

A mother with a 240 million dollar networth.

And Celine Dion as her God mother.

She has two loving Siblings and an amazing Fiance.

or so I thought.

"I'm waiting for a taxi to go there Erin." I answered "What's wrong." I knew my sister better than anyone it wasn't hard to figure out she was upset.

"Oh uh. Lara hun.." She went silent and sniffled. "What." I said firmly.

What can be so terrible to make my sister cry? She doesn't cry.

I started getting worried.

"Deans dead. fucking dead." She whispered. "Hes on my floor in a pool of blood Lara. I- Lara what the hell do I do?" My heart dropped. Just as life got good again, my sisters fiance was lying dead on her floor.

"Erin what the hell is going on who the fuck shot him?" I asked. tears started to form in m eyes. dean was like a brother to me. he would be my first babies godfather.

"he-he wasn't shot" she froze. "stabbed?.. Hung?.. Tortured?" I started Rambling as I got into my white taxi

strange why isn't it yellow? the black sheep of the taxies.

I was eager for an answer but Erin went silent.

"Er how??" I yelled. the driver looked back at me.

I guitly said sorry mouthing the words soI wouldnt startle Erin.

"He He-" Erin started.

"He was bit."