The Beginning

Do you ever get that feeling that maybe you're just living life through the motions? You get up, get breakfast, brush your teeth, take a shower, get dressed, head off, come home, eat dinner and then go to sleep. It's the same thing day in and day out. That's how Ana felt on this inevitable cloudy Sunday sitting in her apartment all by her lonesome. She was finally at her breaking point, the silence was deafening. She let out a long, exasperated sigh and finally got up off her bed and headed to her window. She looked out to the city and wondered about the lives of the people who were embarking on a leisurely stroll with their loved ones in the dreary weather. She wondered if they were truly happy people or if they simply pretended to be happy. Ana wanted to be able to say that she was truly happy and that nothing would stand in her way.

Granted, Ana did indeed have friends and she knew that if she truly wanted company on this day that she could have easily picked up her phone and made the necessary arrangements. Alas, she stepped away from the window and into her bathroom to get ready for the day. She was determined to make today different from all the others. She would no longer sit on her couch and stare at the wall in silence.

Ana carefully took a quick shower, cautious to not wet her hair. She enjoyed the messy look of her wavy hair that could only be attained from not washing it regularly. After her shower, she quickly dressed in her skinny jeans and white t-shirt, paired with her black leather jacket and matching high heels. Ana had mastered the look of being effortlessly put together. Ana tended to go for a casual look that looked a bit disheveled and simple, she called it her model look. Her makeup was barely there as she'd rather have her imperfections shine through than dissuade people into thinking she was a flawless Barbie.

Without a second glance back, she headed to the elevator and then down to the ground floor where to parking deck was. When the doors opened she hurried out and made a mad dash to her vehicle. She was eager to feel the roar beneath her feet and the power that she possessed when she held the steering wheel. Looking back in the rear view mirror, Ana was unaware that there were people watching her with their mouths agape as she sped away.