Donna Smith was hanging out by Colombia University one lazy summer day in New York City, idly smoking a cigarette. The discredited intelligent young woman at 28 dreamed of thriving in her current field of Parapsychology. She was mainly interested in reincarnation but she was curious about the other prospects of the field as well, that is why she chose that and Mechanics as her main studies. Donna was currently living alone in Manhattan, she owned a pricey loft-she saved up her cash at her current part-time job where she was a mechanic, practising and applying her acquired skills from school and most of all, the loft was a present from her parents, Anne and George Smith on her 21st birthday.
It was supposedly her last year at this University and she was very pleased about that fact. Donna wasn't fond of school all her life and wanted anything more than just to sit back and relax and find out what the future has to give her.
The bright blonde haired student stubbed out her cigarette as she saw her most favourite friends promenading down the busy-for-this hour Manhattan street. It was not near lunchtime yet so she didn't know why there were so many New Yorkers parading in the streets; 'could it be that there was too many people living in this tri-state, perhaps?' The young woman concluded in her thoughts.
She liked to process situations her way and she was very curious and liked to hypothesis with her own imagines. "'Ello? Earth to Donna." Peter said loudly, waving a hand in front of the preoccupied student. "Oh, hi," she blinked in surprise and shook her head and hoped that she could repress getting lost in her thought often because sometimes it was dangerous and that wasn't good for her workplace. "Have we got news for you." Ray began, not even bothering with greetings or politeness at that matter.
"What could be so important causing you to forget manners?" Donna inquired sharply, arching a brow accusingly. "Sorry, Donna. It looks like we're getting promoted so that we may actually have the access to a facility to deal with the paranormal when the opportunity occurs." He told her, enthusiasm washing over him like a shower. "That is great news!" Donna shouted, one of her rare smiles invading her lips. Peter glanced down to the gum-covered street they were standing on, he wondering where this new promotion would take them.
Could this be the success for their lives that was desired and would they become anything important? Becoming important and noticed was highly concerned to achieve popularity whatever he was set out to accomplish. Peter eyed Donna, taking a strange liking to her recherché smiles that are often influenced by happy thoughts and great successes. "When are we moving there?" Donna questioned excitably, almost reflecting as a child's behaviour. "The Dean said we can move in as little as two days." Ray responded matter of factly before glancing to the side wondrously, as if he was seeing something fascinating the others hadn't. "Alright then. Can't wait to get this show on the road," Donna said happily, "Let's get packing." She added, uncharacteristically enthusiastic which happened because she hung around Ray too much. She led the way to her car and waited for the others to get in and started the engine, driving the way to her Manhattan loft first to gather the required stuff for the new facility. She had imagined her life and never expected to be in a serene place with all her friends and making the best out of it.