Life of Lena

"So are coming with me or not? Well last time you bailed. Yeah its black and white. I think it's a straight affair. Ok. Love you. Bye babe." Lena hung up her phone and sat it down.

She picked up her paintbrush and continued where she stopped to answer her best friends call. Something about painting made everything so clear. It made the decision for leaving home the most brilliant idea she's even made. It wasn't every day people get accepted to Wordenson Kentucky School of the Arts. After a couple of strokes with a different color she felt like she was done.

Lena stop painting, took a step back and admired her own work. She wiped her forehead not really caring how the piece turned out.

'It could be better' the curly haired woman said walking over to the sink to wash her hands. When she turned the knob it pops off in her hand.

'Oh no.'

Water then surprises making her jump when it shoot from where handle broke off at. Lena tries to find a way to stop it.

'No no no. You've got to be fucking kidding me.'

She gives up and grabs her cell phone on her dining room table and dial the building number.

'Yes. Can I get a maintenance man? It's kind of an emergency.' Lena rushed out looking back at the water that's now spilled on her hardwood floors.