So today was not my day. I mean REALLY not my day, yes all is true, (except for a cute British guy comforting me at the end) but slightly exaggerated for the story. Just had one of those days everyone has every once in awhile.
Anna stormed through the university whit a sour expression on her face. She went through the main events that day in her mind. She had woken up late that morning, causing her to put on two different shoes on her feet, a flat and a sandal. There were supposed to be speakers in her music history class, something she looked forward to, that ended up making her very bored. As a result she fell asleep. Due to her falling asleep in class her professor made her stay late and dust the chalkboard erasers.
At lunch she was hoping her day would take a turn for the best. It turns out her day would take a turn into a brick wall as she walked to the Abbey Road recording studio, which thankfully wasn't too far away from the university. There were only two things on her mind (Paul being one of them) as she smiled and continued her walk. Just then a man had run up, snatched her purse and ran off. Taking a few seconds to comprehend what just happened she turned and chased the thief. At that point he ran onto a dirt road, turned to mud by the recent rain.
As she stepped ran onto the road mud squished into her sandal and caught her flat, causing her bare foot to slip out of the shoe and into the mud, which splattered the bottom of her new slacks. To put the icing on the cake, the chase made her late for class, which meant she had no time to eat. She sighed and decided not to worry about the purse, there was only make-up and some odd twenty dollars in it.
So now, trailing mud behind her she ran to the nearest bathroom and attempted to lift her leg over the sink, which got her a few odd stares, and cleanse her now brown feet. Some of the other women laughed and she could hear the words "moron" and "git" muttered as they walked by her. Feeling hot tears run down her face she ran into a stall and locked it. She waited until she was sure no one was in the restroom but her. After gathering the thread of dignity she had left she pulled her hair back, washed her face tried her best to hold her head high as she headed to the orchestra chamber.
Explaining to her conductor why she was late (showing him her feet for evidence) he, unlike her music history professor, had a heart and said he would overlook her tardiness. She could barely listen as he said something about a receiving a phone call from a fellow named James who was worried why she never showed to lunch.
Anna took her seat in the concert master's chair. She had worked long and hard to prove she had what it took to be the lead violinist, also making many enemies along the way. The other members scoffed at her current attire as she forced herself to ignore him. It took all her willpower not to let them see her cry. Again.
Walking out of the classroom, feeling horrid as ever, she looked up to see a familiar face hidden behind a pair of specs. Paul was waiting for her, arms open, with an apologetic smile. No words were said as she ran up to him. He protectively wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shoulder.
Told you it was short. I kind of wrote it mainly to blow off steam, but for anyone else who had a bad day and needs to read something they can relate to. Of course the Beatles make everything better. Hope you enjoy. ~