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.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Symbolism story
Melissa and her friend Sammie drive up to the Palisades mall. After an hour drive their relived to get out of Melissa cramped smart car.
Sammie - Wow that was a drive
Melissa- You said it
They begin to walk towards the mall. They walk to the 3rd floor and make a bee line for H&M. Their going to shop because it is Saturdays is Sammie sexy and single 25th birthday party.
M- Wow I like this, this and this
(Picking up random items)
S- Umm, Don’t you have a little bit too much things? And Didn’t I say I want that!
(Snatching the scarf from Melinda hand)
M-No I have everything I need! And Oh well YOU put it down.
S- You took it out of my cart!
M- Who cares, it was cute and now it’s mine
Melinda said, skipping happily into the dressing room
S- Like always
Sammie mumbled, rolling her eyes.
M- What do you mean like always?
Melinda said stopping in her steps
S- I’m just saying you always have to get more than you can have, and EVEN what I want .
M- Everything always looks better on me than it does on you, its not my fault. Plus you wouldn't treat it right anyway
S- What do you mean everything always fits you?
M- I’m just saying if it catches my eye than Im just going to take it
S- This what I’m talking about
M- It’s not my fault you’re jealous
S- I saw it first Melinda and I told you I wanted it. You need to learn how to respect that and respect my feeling
M- Oh well, I don’t care I always get what I want and who I want.
S- Alright, I’m done here
Sammie - Wow that was a drive
Melissa- You said it
They begin to walk towards the mall. They walk to the 3rd floor and make a bee line for H&M. Their going to shop because it is Saturdays is Sammie sexy and single 25th birthday party.
M- Wow I like this, this and this
(Picking up random items)
S- Umm, Don’t you have a little bit too much things? And Didn’t I say I want that!
(Snatching the scarf from Melinda hand)
M-No I have everything I need! And Oh well YOU put it down.
S- You took it out of my cart!
M- Who cares, it was cute and now it’s mine
Melinda said, skipping happily into the dressing room
S- Like always
Sammie mumbled, rolling her eyes.
M- What do you mean like always?
Melinda said stopping in her steps
S- I’m just saying you always have to get more than you can have, and EVEN what I want .
M- Everything always looks better on me than it does on you, its not my fault. Plus you wouldn't treat it right anyway
S- What do you mean everything always fits you?
M- I’m just saying if it catches my eye than Im just going to take it
S- This what I’m talking about
M- It’s not my fault you’re jealous
S- I saw it first Melinda and I told you I wanted it. You need to learn how to respect that and respect my feeling
M- Oh well, I don’t care I always get what I want and who I want.
S- Alright, I’m done here
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Story Machine
The birds were chirping, the sun beamed into Rosedale HIgh. The kids burst into the red large doors, eyes darting back and forth looking for familiar faces, the slamming of lockers sang in unison. Each person in their own world , some singing, shouting and yelling until Janitor Eddie showed up. They all froze and Eddie got straight to work. He began to mop the foor but it was hard to do with the millions of feet in front of him. "Excuse Me" Eddie said "I'm going to need you all to move." The kids stayed frozen no one listening to him or paying attention. "HEllO Kids I'm going to need you to move ! " "Please, please move." Eddie whimpered. Excuse me sir he hears an elderly voice say, he then felt a bludgeon
in his shoulder.
Eddie then woke up to see an old wrinkled man standing in front of him.” Please move, sir" your blocking my seat, the man asked him. Eddie scooted to the other side of the seat, quickly feeling bad because of the multiple eyes that shot him dirty looks. "Why do I always have to move, when people ask them to but they could never move for me he thought. A young man the stepped on to the bus and stood over Eddie eating a mc chicken. The remnants of the mc chicken fell onto the floor and Eddie had the urge to pick it up. The young man then took a napkin out of his pocket, which fell directly on to the floor.
“Excuse me man, can you get that for me?” the boy asked,
“No get it your self!” Eddie whimpered.
The young man looked wide-eyed at Eddie , while moving as further away as he could from his rage. Eddie folded his arms, annoyed. Little did he know what awaited him next.
A young woman of about her mid twenties came on the bus with her two children. The kids ran straight to towards the area where he was sitting, while their mother dug in her coin purse for change. The kids resisted holding on to the pole, screaming “WOOAHHH” “I’m falling” sliding back and forth while the bus was in motion. Eddie felt as if it was his duty to tell them to stop. “Kids , hold on and bequiet!” he said. Next thing you know an angry lioness was on her way to defend her cubs. “Look Mr. you better not be yelling at my children!” Eddie had no response to this, and once again felt stepped over.
“I don’t know why nobody appreciates or listen to me,” he said sniffling.
“I’m tired of it’’. He then kicked open the emergency exit and threw himself out the window. Poor Eddie.
in his shoulder.
Eddie then woke up to see an old wrinkled man standing in front of him.” Please move, sir" your blocking my seat, the man asked him. Eddie scooted to the other side of the seat, quickly feeling bad because of the multiple eyes that shot him dirty looks. "Why do I always have to move, when people ask them to but they could never move for me he thought. A young man the stepped on to the bus and stood over Eddie eating a mc chicken. The remnants of the mc chicken fell onto the floor and Eddie had the urge to pick it up. The young man then took a napkin out of his pocket, which fell directly on to the floor.
“Excuse me man, can you get that for me?” the boy asked,
“No get it your self!” Eddie whimpered.
The young man looked wide-eyed at Eddie , while moving as further away as he could from his rage. Eddie folded his arms, annoyed. Little did he know what awaited him next.
A young woman of about her mid twenties came on the bus with her two children. The kids ran straight to towards the area where he was sitting, while their mother dug in her coin purse for change. The kids resisted holding on to the pole, screaming “WOOAHHH” “I’m falling” sliding back and forth while the bus was in motion. Eddie felt as if it was his duty to tell them to stop. “Kids , hold on and bequiet!” he said. Next thing you know an angry lioness was on her way to defend her cubs. “Look Mr. you better not be yelling at my children!” Eddie had no response to this, and once again felt stepped over.
“I don’t know why nobody appreciates or listen to me,” he said sniffling.
“I’m tired of it’’. He then kicked open the emergency exit and threw himself out the window. Poor Eddie.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Fairytale
“Yes, I finally got someone to clean up around here” Mama Bear thought in her head. “I’m queen! I now can finally eat honey combs and watch Oprah Bear in peace. I could sleep late and paint my claws. Look at her , hair all gold and lovely. I’ll cut it all off, and put on my head, I’ll look just like Halle Beary.” OOOOHHH CHILDD. “Wait where is she going? I didn’t even get to show her where she would sleep yet. When am I going to get my rest?” Awww mannnn
Backward plotting
The cab pulls up to 505 Juana drive. Jessica gets out and proceeding to take her bags out of the trunk. As she is walking towards the house,her house sitter walks onto the patio and waves.
"Hello Ms. Jessica how was your vacation?"
"It was fine did you have any troubles with the house?" Jessica asked while tugging at her luggage.
"No, no problems". The house sitter responded.
She reaches the patio and looks at the door her house sitter Gloria open it for her.
"Thanks Gloria, I'll give you a call" she says, as the door slams behind her.
She walks ups the steps and looks to her left and notices a picture. It was the picture from last years fishing trip, her and her ex- boyfriend stood happily while holding their prize winning snapper.The picture was on a slant it was almost as if it was on the verge of falling off. She stared at the portrait and began to grow angry, she the felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom, so she ran upstairs.
The soothing smell of lavender and cinnamon greeted Jessica when she entered the bathroom. Her black and white tiles glistened, window was slightly cracked open, her burgundy shower curtain pulled half way back and her favorite magazines lay neatly stacked in the corner, everything was truly exquisite, for this she was relieved. Jessica glanced in the mirror and was astonished by the darkness that seemed to swallow her eye beds she felt sleep deprived and famished.Suddenly her attention was shifted on to a red object that lay in her soap dispenser. It was her red toothbrush! Jessica gritted her teeth, snatching the toothbrush from its location and plopped it down into the toothbrush holder. For minutes she danced with the toothbrush as it went from side to side, rocking between her hands trying to make it stand upwards, her hands gave up and the toothbrush layed lifelessly on the rim. Jessica heard the toothbrush snicker and felt defeated. She hung her head low and headed to her bedroom.
Leaving her shoes in front of the bedroom door, she entered the room. Walking past the chestnut colored bureau headed towards her king size bed she could feel the soft sheep fur beneath her toes. A bit tired, she began to rest her head against the soft cotton maroon colored pillows where in which she could smell the scent of lavender lingering around. She loved it. It always kept her calm and relaxed. Few minutes went by and she rolled over on her back to realize her closet door was slightly opened. Flying up off the bed, she stormed towards the closet and swung open both doors. Fire filled her veins and blood filled her face, she was furious. Everything was not the way she left it, where did this blue hanger come from? She had enough! It almost seems as if she walked into a house that was foreign to her. Running down the steps like she just seen a ghost she headed to the kitchen. Scrambling and making a ruckus with the cabinets, she found it. Grabbing the box of matches and the bottle of kerosene oil, she headed for the porch. Splashes of oil went everywhere and she didn’t care. Before you knew it the house was burning to the ground.
"Hello Ms. Jessica how was your vacation?"
"It was fine did you have any troubles with the house?" Jessica asked while tugging at her luggage.
"No, no problems". The house sitter responded.
She reaches the patio and looks at the door her house sitter Gloria open it for her.
"Thanks Gloria, I'll give you a call" she says, as the door slams behind her.
She walks ups the steps and looks to her left and notices a picture. It was the picture from last years fishing trip, her and her ex- boyfriend stood happily while holding their prize winning snapper.The picture was on a slant it was almost as if it was on the verge of falling off. She stared at the portrait and began to grow angry, she the felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom, so she ran upstairs.
The soothing smell of lavender and cinnamon greeted Jessica when she entered the bathroom. Her black and white tiles glistened, window was slightly cracked open, her burgundy shower curtain pulled half way back and her favorite magazines lay neatly stacked in the corner, everything was truly exquisite, for this she was relieved. Jessica glanced in the mirror and was astonished by the darkness that seemed to swallow her eye beds she felt sleep deprived and famished.Suddenly her attention was shifted on to a red object that lay in her soap dispenser. It was her red toothbrush! Jessica gritted her teeth, snatching the toothbrush from its location and plopped it down into the toothbrush holder. For minutes she danced with the toothbrush as it went from side to side, rocking between her hands trying to make it stand upwards, her hands gave up and the toothbrush layed lifelessly on the rim. Jessica heard the toothbrush snicker and felt defeated. She hung her head low and headed to her bedroom.
Leaving her shoes in front of the bedroom door, she entered the room. Walking past the chestnut colored bureau headed towards her king size bed she could feel the soft sheep fur beneath her toes. A bit tired, she began to rest her head against the soft cotton maroon colored pillows where in which she could smell the scent of lavender lingering around. She loved it. It always kept her calm and relaxed. Few minutes went by and she rolled over on her back to realize her closet door was slightly opened. Flying up off the bed, she stormed towards the closet and swung open both doors. Fire filled her veins and blood filled her face, she was furious. Everything was not the way she left it, where did this blue hanger come from? She had enough! It almost seems as if she walked into a house that was foreign to her. Running down the steps like she just seen a ghost she headed to the kitchen. Scrambling and making a ruckus with the cabinets, she found it. Grabbing the box of matches and the bottle of kerosene oil, she headed for the porch. Splashes of oil went everywhere and she didn’t care. Before you knew it the house was burning to the ground.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
PayWhat You Owe (Revised)
Next stop Union square. Melanie was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep, she peeked one eye open, unaware of her surroundings, she looked around only to be confronted with three other eyes also staring in her direction. “Shit, I’m late” she mumbled to herself. The gray steel doors opened and Melanie found herself being flung side to side by the millions of other people needing to meet a time quota. “Excuse me! ” she yelled , while she ran up the stairs in her size nine Vera Wang heels. “Taxi” she screamed while waving her two arms in the air. The Taxi stopped abruptly and Melanie jumped in the passenger seat, “42nd and fifth avenue, step on it” she commanded the driver while pulling out her Blackberry, she suddenly was overwhelmed by her twelve voicemails and twenty new texts.
Most of her texts were from numerous men, ones she had met at all the clubs and events she frequently attended; men who all seemed to adore her. Melanie deleted all of the texts, without giving notice to them and took her M.A.C make up case out of her bag. She began to fish through the empty tubes of foundation and searched for lipstick that wasn’t dried out or finished. She noticed the cab came to a halt and without asking how much she dug through the pockets of her trench coat and flung a crumpled up hundred dollar bill into the drivers lap. She hurried out of the car, unaware of the enormous tip she gave the driver and the pink M.A.C makeup bag and blackberry that was on the backseat.
Melanie approached two huge gold doors that read VOGUE across the front of she then found herself in a waiting room, surrounded by a variety of well dressed females. Melanie wondered if she should have skipped the party at the Tahona night club last night, and stayed home preparing for the interview.
A man with a clip board opened the door, he seemed to be about 5’2 and was very welled dressed, “Melanie Citrus” he called out, “That’s me” Melanie said, walking over to were the man stood.
“Melanie you’re late, step lively” he said.
Melanie followed the man through the hallway as he stormed her with questions.
“Do you have your USB chip?” he asked.
“USB chip?” she questioned.
“Alright, well how are you going to be giving your presentation then?” the man asked annoyingly.
“What presentation?” she asked wide eyed.
“Ms. Citrus, this is not a game, I take my job seriously and I do not have time for your foolish antics, any other girl in the room will love to take your spot”.
“Trust me, this is not a joke to me I am in need of this job badly, this is my dream job” Melanie pleaded. “I’m sorry I was unaware that we had to give a presentation”.
“Were you also unaware of the voicemail and emails the company sent informing the applicants of what they were required to bring? What did you expect to be judged on your good looks?” the man snapped.
Melanie stayed quiet trying to fight the tears that were forcing there way out of her eyes.
“Ms. Citrus, please exit out of the gold doors on your right,“ the man stated while walking away, leaving a distraught Melanie by herself in the hallway.
Melanie exited the building, her whole body was numb she couldn’t feel her legs and her throat was tight, she flagged down a Taxi. “1021 Cabrini Blvd” she told the driver. Melanie slid into the backseat without even taking notice of the shady character, that was in the driver’s seat. Melanie closed her eyes and rested her head on her lap and began to cry silently she then fell asleep once again and was awaken by the cab driver. “Ms. we have arrived“, the driver said. Melanie awoke, “I’m sorry sir, how much?” she asked. “Twenty-five” he said. She dug through her pockets searching for any forms of money, Crap, what are you going to do now Melanie ? she thought. She reached for the car door, hoping the driver wouldn’t notice her attempt to leave. She heard a click and realized that the doors were now locked.
A face turned around to meet Melanie, one that was covered with untrimmed facial hair and was wrinkled filled. A red cowboy hat sat upon the head guarding the eyes of its owner, while one single pointy ear poked out underneath.
Melanie’s heart began to pick up pace, and her hands began to shake, she was nervous and began to search for words Melanie then searched through her brown purse, frantically looking for her phone, an unsuccessful search. She looked up hopelessly at the face, which began to smile, a smile full of yellow teeth.
“Guess you’re going to have to pay what you owe darling”, it whispered while turning up the car radio.
Melanie began to scream and bang on the car window, while Cyndi Laupers, Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun echoed throughout the car, drowning out her cry’s for help.
Most of her texts were from numerous men, ones she had met at all the clubs and events she frequently attended; men who all seemed to adore her. Melanie deleted all of the texts, without giving notice to them and took her M.A.C make up case out of her bag. She began to fish through the empty tubes of foundation and searched for lipstick that wasn’t dried out or finished. She noticed the cab came to a halt and without asking how much she dug through the pockets of her trench coat and flung a crumpled up hundred dollar bill into the drivers lap. She hurried out of the car, unaware of the enormous tip she gave the driver and the pink M.A.C makeup bag and blackberry that was on the backseat.
Melanie approached two huge gold doors that read VOGUE across the front of she then found herself in a waiting room, surrounded by a variety of well dressed females. Melanie wondered if she should have skipped the party at the Tahona night club last night, and stayed home preparing for the interview.
A man with a clip board opened the door, he seemed to be about 5’2 and was very welled dressed, “Melanie Citrus” he called out, “That’s me” Melanie said, walking over to were the man stood.
“Melanie you’re late, step lively” he said.
Melanie followed the man through the hallway as he stormed her with questions.
“Do you have your USB chip?” he asked.
“USB chip?” she questioned.
“Alright, well how are you going to be giving your presentation then?” the man asked annoyingly.
“What presentation?” she asked wide eyed.
“Ms. Citrus, this is not a game, I take my job seriously and I do not have time for your foolish antics, any other girl in the room will love to take your spot”.
“Trust me, this is not a joke to me I am in need of this job badly, this is my dream job” Melanie pleaded. “I’m sorry I was unaware that we had to give a presentation”.
“Were you also unaware of the voicemail and emails the company sent informing the applicants of what they were required to bring? What did you expect to be judged on your good looks?” the man snapped.
Melanie stayed quiet trying to fight the tears that were forcing there way out of her eyes.
“Ms. Citrus, please exit out of the gold doors on your right,“ the man stated while walking away, leaving a distraught Melanie by herself in the hallway.
Melanie exited the building, her whole body was numb she couldn’t feel her legs and her throat was tight, she flagged down a Taxi. “1021 Cabrini Blvd” she told the driver. Melanie slid into the backseat without even taking notice of the shady character, that was in the driver’s seat. Melanie closed her eyes and rested her head on her lap and began to cry silently she then fell asleep once again and was awaken by the cab driver. “Ms. we have arrived“, the driver said. Melanie awoke, “I’m sorry sir, how much?” she asked. “Twenty-five” he said. She dug through her pockets searching for any forms of money, Crap, what are you going to do now Melanie ? she thought. She reached for the car door, hoping the driver wouldn’t notice her attempt to leave. She heard a click and realized that the doors were now locked.
A face turned around to meet Melanie, one that was covered with untrimmed facial hair and was wrinkled filled. A red cowboy hat sat upon the head guarding the eyes of its owner, while one single pointy ear poked out underneath.
Melanie’s heart began to pick up pace, and her hands began to shake, she was nervous and began to search for words Melanie then searched through her brown purse, frantically looking for her phone, an unsuccessful search. She looked up hopelessly at the face, which began to smile, a smile full of yellow teeth.
“Guess you’re going to have to pay what you owe darling”, it whispered while turning up the car radio.
Melanie began to scream and bang on the car window, while Cyndi Laupers, Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun echoed throughout the car, drowning out her cry’s for help.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Sudden Ficiton
Pay What You Owe
Next stop Union square. Melanie was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep, she peeked one eye open, unaware of her surroundings, she looked around only to be confronted with three other eyes also staring in her direction. “Shit, I’m late” she mumbled to herself, while stuffing the papers she had scattered on her lap, into her small brown purse. The gray steel doors opened and Melanie found herself being flung side to side by the millions of other people needing to meet a time quota. “Excuse me! ” she yelled , while she ran up the stairs in her size nine Vera Wang heels. Her short blonde hair cut clung to her head, while sweat dripped down her neck. “Taxi” she screamed while waving her two arms in the air. The Taxi stopped abruptly and Melanie jumped in the passenger seat, “42nd and fifth avenue, step on it” she commanded the driver while pulling out her Blackberry, she suddenly was overwhelmed by her twelve voicemails and twenty new texts.
Most of her texts were from numerous men, ones she had met at all the clubs and events she frequently attended; men who all seemed to have one thing in common they were attracted to her mysterious, fun loving, tom-boyish nature and it seemed like they all wanted to be the volunteer to tame the wild female beast. Melanie deleted all of the texts, without giving notice to them and took her M.A.C make up case out of her bag. She began to fish through the empty tubes of foundation and searched for lipstick that wasn’t dried out or finished. She noticed the cab came to a halt and without asking how much she dug through the pockets of her trench coat and flung a crumpled up hundred dollar bill into the drivers lap. She hurried out of the car, unaware of the enormous tip she gave the driver and the pink M.A.C makeup bag and blackberry that was on the backseat.
Melanie approached two huge gold doors that read VOGUE across the front of it, and her nerves started to kick in, they were the only thing that actually was on schedule. A huge arrow read EDITORIAL AUDITIONS THIS WAY, which Melanie followed, she then found herself in a waiting room, surrounded by a variety of well dressed females. Many were buried into their laptops while others flipped through note cards. Melanie wondered if she should have skipped the party at the Tahona night club last night, and stayed home preparing for the interview. “I’ll be fine,” she thought, while luckily finding a seat next to a slim brunette.
“Nice Vera Wang’s” the brunette whispered sarcastically, “Last Season right?,” the girl questioned.
“I don’t really know, I got them at a thrift store,” Melanie answered unaware of the girl’s use of sarcasm.
“They’re quite interesting,” the brunette replied, returning back to her studying.
A man with a clip board opened the door, he seemed to be about 5’2 and was very welled dressed, “Melanie Citrus” he called out, “That’s me” Melanie said, walking over to were the man stood.
“Melanie you’re late, step lively” he said.
Melanie followed the man through the hallway as he stormed her with questions.
“Do you have your USB chip?” he asked.
“USB chip?” she questioned.
“Alright, well how are you going to be giving your presentation then?” the man asked annoyingly.
“What presentation?” she asked wide eyed.
“Mrs. Citrus, this is not a game, I take my job seriously and I do not have time for your foolish antics, any other girl in the room will love to take your spot”.
“Trust me, this is not a joke to me I am in need of this job badly, this is my dream job” Melanie pleaded. “I’m sorry I was unaware that we had to give a presentation”.
“Were you also unaware of the voicemail and emails the company sent informing the applicants of what they were required to bring? What did you expect to be judged on your good looks?” the man snapped.
Melanie stayed quiet trying to fight the tears that were forcing there way out of her eyes.
“Ms. Citrus, please exit out of the gold doors on your right,“ the man stated while walking away, leaving a distraught Melanie by herself in the hallway.
Melanie exited the building, her whole body was numb she couldn’t feel her legs and her throat was tight, she flagged down a Taxi. “1021 Cabrini Blvd” she told the driver. Melanie slid into the backseat without even taking notice of the shady character, that was in the driver’s seat. Melanie closed her eyes and rested her head on her lap and began to cry silently she then fell asleep once again and was awaken by the cab driver. “Ms. we have arrived“, the driver said. Melanie awoke, “I’m sorry sir, how much?” she asked. “Twenty-five” he said. She dug through her pockets searching for any forms of money, “Crap, what are you going to do now Melanie ?” she thought. She reached for the car door, hoping the driver wouldn’t notice her attempt to leave. She heard a click and realized that the doors were now locked.
A face turned around to meet Melanie, one that was covered with untrimmed facial hair and was wrinkled filled. A red cowboy hat sat upon the head guarding the eyes of its owner, while one single pointy ear poked out underneath.
Melanie’s heart began to pick up pace, and her hands began to shake, she was nervous and began to search for words, “My friend is upstairs with the money, let me um just call her and she’ll come down”. Melanie then searched through her brown purse, frantically looking for her phone, an unsuccessful search. She looked up hopelessly at the face, which began to smile, a smile full of yellow teeth.
“Guess you’re going to have to pay what you owe darling”, it whispered while turning up the car radio.
Melanie began to scream and bang on the car window, while Cyndi Laupers, Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun echoed throughout the car, drowning out her cry’s for help.
Next stop Union square. Melanie was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep, she peeked one eye open, unaware of her surroundings, she looked around only to be confronted with three other eyes also staring in her direction. “Shit, I’m late” she mumbled to herself, while stuffing the papers she had scattered on her lap, into her small brown purse. The gray steel doors opened and Melanie found herself being flung side to side by the millions of other people needing to meet a time quota. “Excuse me! ” she yelled , while she ran up the stairs in her size nine Vera Wang heels. Her short blonde hair cut clung to her head, while sweat dripped down her neck. “Taxi” she screamed while waving her two arms in the air. The Taxi stopped abruptly and Melanie jumped in the passenger seat, “42nd and fifth avenue, step on it” she commanded the driver while pulling out her Blackberry, she suddenly was overwhelmed by her twelve voicemails and twenty new texts.
Most of her texts were from numerous men, ones she had met at all the clubs and events she frequently attended; men who all seemed to have one thing in common they were attracted to her mysterious, fun loving, tom-boyish nature and it seemed like they all wanted to be the volunteer to tame the wild female beast. Melanie deleted all of the texts, without giving notice to them and took her M.A.C make up case out of her bag. She began to fish through the empty tubes of foundation and searched for lipstick that wasn’t dried out or finished. She noticed the cab came to a halt and without asking how much she dug through the pockets of her trench coat and flung a crumpled up hundred dollar bill into the drivers lap. She hurried out of the car, unaware of the enormous tip she gave the driver and the pink M.A.C makeup bag and blackberry that was on the backseat.
Melanie approached two huge gold doors that read VOGUE across the front of it, and her nerves started to kick in, they were the only thing that actually was on schedule. A huge arrow read EDITORIAL AUDITIONS THIS WAY, which Melanie followed, she then found herself in a waiting room, surrounded by a variety of well dressed females. Many were buried into their laptops while others flipped through note cards. Melanie wondered if she should have skipped the party at the Tahona night club last night, and stayed home preparing for the interview. “I’ll be fine,” she thought, while luckily finding a seat next to a slim brunette.
“Nice Vera Wang’s” the brunette whispered sarcastically, “Last Season right?,” the girl questioned.
“I don’t really know, I got them at a thrift store,” Melanie answered unaware of the girl’s use of sarcasm.
“They’re quite interesting,” the brunette replied, returning back to her studying.
A man with a clip board opened the door, he seemed to be about 5’2 and was very welled dressed, “Melanie Citrus” he called out, “That’s me” Melanie said, walking over to were the man stood.
“Melanie you’re late, step lively” he said.
Melanie followed the man through the hallway as he stormed her with questions.
“Do you have your USB chip?” he asked.
“USB chip?” she questioned.
“Alright, well how are you going to be giving your presentation then?” the man asked annoyingly.
“What presentation?” she asked wide eyed.
“Mrs. Citrus, this is not a game, I take my job seriously and I do not have time for your foolish antics, any other girl in the room will love to take your spot”.
“Trust me, this is not a joke to me I am in need of this job badly, this is my dream job” Melanie pleaded. “I’m sorry I was unaware that we had to give a presentation”.
“Were you also unaware of the voicemail and emails the company sent informing the applicants of what they were required to bring? What did you expect to be judged on your good looks?” the man snapped.
Melanie stayed quiet trying to fight the tears that were forcing there way out of her eyes.
“Ms. Citrus, please exit out of the gold doors on your right,“ the man stated while walking away, leaving a distraught Melanie by herself in the hallway.
Melanie exited the building, her whole body was numb she couldn’t feel her legs and her throat was tight, she flagged down a Taxi. “1021 Cabrini Blvd” she told the driver. Melanie slid into the backseat without even taking notice of the shady character, that was in the driver’s seat. Melanie closed her eyes and rested her head on her lap and began to cry silently she then fell asleep once again and was awaken by the cab driver. “Ms. we have arrived“, the driver said. Melanie awoke, “I’m sorry sir, how much?” she asked. “Twenty-five” he said. She dug through her pockets searching for any forms of money, “Crap, what are you going to do now Melanie ?” she thought. She reached for the car door, hoping the driver wouldn’t notice her attempt to leave. She heard a click and realized that the doors were now locked.
A face turned around to meet Melanie, one that was covered with untrimmed facial hair and was wrinkled filled. A red cowboy hat sat upon the head guarding the eyes of its owner, while one single pointy ear poked out underneath.
Melanie’s heart began to pick up pace, and her hands began to shake, she was nervous and began to search for words, “My friend is upstairs with the money, let me um just call her and she’ll come down”. Melanie then searched through her brown purse, frantically looking for her phone, an unsuccessful search. She looked up hopelessly at the face, which began to smile, a smile full of yellow teeth.
“Guess you’re going to have to pay what you owe darling”, it whispered while turning up the car radio.
Melanie began to scream and bang on the car window, while Cyndi Laupers, Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun echoed throughout the car, drowning out her cry’s for help.
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