Journal 6

Ashley pushed open her door and kicked of her heels. She bent down to grab her mail getting back up she put her hand on her back and got up ever so gingerly. Walking into the kitchen she put down her bag on the counter top and began to look through the mail

"Lets see what we have here. Bill, bill, bill its always bills with these people."

Finally she came upon her AARP medical supplies which she need for her carpoltonel. As she put down her bills she began to walk to her bathroom. She opens the door and the smell of Bengay and Elizabeth Arden perfume, she took off her clothes and got in the shower. After her shower she grabbed her towel wrapped it around her body. She stepped into the middle in the floor and looked into the mirror and began to talk to herself in the middle of her critic she pulled out her make-up caboodle. After a hour of make up, she was finally ready to get dressed. She walked into her bedroom grabbed her black dress, that began to gather dusk because it was out for so long. She slid right into it and then she threw on her shoes. After 2 hours of preparation she was ready to go. Getting into her Buick, she took off down the street. She finally reached the front of the club. she got out of the car and walked to the bouncer and asked.

Can I get in Mr.

Whoa miss how you just come the front and demand stuff like that what I look like.

Sir bouncer guy do you know who I am I'm the best lawyer in the state of new York.

I don't care if your tyra banks I'm not letting you in. Really did you look at you self in the mirror. How old are you 55, 60 and god DAMN! what is that smell is that Bengay. What you doing coming to club smelling like Bengay all these girls in here smell like a beautiful rose and you coming here smelling like Bengay no man going to come talk to you smelling like that. You should just go home take 3 showers then come back and then I might let you in.

Feeling like her walls were shattered, she walked away with embarrassment written on her face. The drive back home was very depressing and she just couldn’t understand how this could be. She thought of herself as being fairly young but couldn’t figure out what everyone else saw. Times were changing but she seemed to be stuck in the past. After rolling into her driveway, she climbed out of the car and headed to the front door. Creeping up the stairs, she finally made it to her room. The paint chipped walls were colored in red while he bed was covered in silk satin sheets. Bright colors always caught her eye because the darker ones always brought her back to reality. Standing in front of her bureau, looking in her mirror she wiped every bit of makeup that was ever laid upon her face. She saw the true her. She wanted to fit where she belonged.