Chapter One.
October 7th
Today is one of those days. When the rain hitting your bedroom window, the soft sound of the thunder rolling in and the grey sky perfect describe how you feel on the inside. It's funny how the universe works like that sometimes, using mother nature as a way to reflect your emotions to the world. My mom always told me "God is just crying with you," or "There's always a rainbow after the storm," to make me feel better on these occasions. She always had a way of turning something sad into something positive. She was magic. Not in the cool, Harry Potter type of way, even though that would be pretty awesome, but she just knew all the right things to say. To me, that was pretty magical. I know she would have known exactly what to say on a day like today, and maybe by just imagining her words I can feel better. Right now, the only thing I want to do is curl up in bed and watch the rain fall down my window while listening to a Boyz II Men CD. The only reason I even got out of bed was to write this, for all of you. I'm sorry for not being the usually happy person for you all but no matter how bright and positive a person can be, these types of days will always creep up on you and for no reason you will feel like the world is ending and your life is going nowhere. That's how I feel right now, New York. I know I won't feel like this forever, or even tomorrow, but today is today and I'm not embarrassed to admit this is how I feel. I'm lonely, I'm sad, and I'm longing for something more. Something exciting, something worth jumping out of bed for. Is that such a bad thing? Maybe that way I can write something more exciting for you all, something other than walking in Central Park, my failed first dates with strangers, or Lord Tubbington's night time activities. You've all been wonderful so far, sticking with me and reading about my day to day life, even if most of the things I write about now are just me repeating myself. I hope for your sake, and for my sake, I find something exciting and entertaining for you all. I'm crossing my fingers for a Hogwarts letter.
Always yours, New York.
-B
Brittany's eyes scanned the last line of the paragraph and she let out a small sigh, letting the newspaper fall to her side and her head fall back onto the pillow. That was yesterday's column. They were yesterday's feelings. She never expected to wake up that morning, look at the alarm clock on her bedside table and grown with annoyance a second day in a row. How was she going to explain to her readers that yet again she was feeling extremely down on herself? As much as she was upset with herself and how routine her life had become over the last few months, the last thing she wanted to do was put a downer on thousands of New Yorker's moods, for the second time that week. No, she wouldn't do that. Tearing her eyes away from the rain falling outside, she let out a huff as she kicked the sheets off her body and crawled out of bed with no effort whatsoever. It took all of energy just to lift her finger and press stop on the Boys II Men song that was currently playing on her iPod dock. Yeah, she really wasn't kidding. After stretching her arms above her head, she cracked her knuckles and sets upon opening her laptop to start today's column, which she had no doubt would end up sounding a lot like yesterday's.
October passed with a few small hiccups, including being groped up on the subway by a guy who smelled a lot like he just came from the sewage plant back in Ohio, losing a hundred dollars somewhere between walking from her apartment to a small park near by and not being able to find it once she realized, and even dropping her ice cream cone immediately after buying one from an ice cream truck that had driven away before she could buy another one.
Those gloomy days had still made an appearance but it definitely wasn't an everyday thing, something she was thankful for. Brittany was used to looking at the positives from life and just going with the flow of whatever happened, and accepting that the bad things in life happened for a reason. Her mother passing away when she was nineteen was a big thing she had to deal with, as it would be for anybody. Susan Pierce meant the world to Brittany. She was full of wisdom and advice, and amazing one liners that always seemed to put a smile on Brittany's face whenever she needed it.
It was on the down days that she missed her mom the most, and on top of that, felt extremely alone in a big city all by herself.
Of course she had a few friends that she could go out and get drinks with, the neighbours that she occasionally waved to on her way home from going out, a few co-workers she saw on and off when visiting the editorial office for the New York Post, the paper she writes for, but that was pretty much it. Her father hadn't been in the picture since she was very young, and her sister lived back in Ohio with her husband. They didn't really talk anymore. She tried to make up for the lonely feeling in her heart by being as friendly and polite to people as she could to make more friends, hoping it would be just like her first day of Kindergarten.
New York definitely wasn't like a playground and offering someone the other half of your sandwich didn't automatically make you friends. Brittany was pretty sure she just looked creepy to the last person she offered her lunch to. But it was definitely the effort that counted, and the squirrel she threw her bread crust to appreciated that effort a lot more than the person did.
November was worse than October. The anniversary of her mother's death passed and Brittany thought maybe she felt this weird down feeling because of that date, since that tended to happen every year. But never for this long or a month before it even happened. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she hoped she found something to pull her out of her funk soon. This wasn't like Brittany, this wasn't who she was or wanted to be. All she knew was that she needed something.
Usually Brittany wasn't the type of person to dwell on things or take situations too seriously, because what was the point of being sad? To her, being happy was a choice and even if she struggled with it sometimes, she still always chose to make herself feel better and do things that would lift her mood. But for the last two months her brain had decided to stay sad. It was like a huge dark hole that she couldn't escape, and if she tried to be happy she knew she would fail. But December was a new month, and her favorite holiday was approaching. She needed to shake this feeling and get back to being herself.
On December first, she did just that. She got up early, made herself eggs and bacon for breakfast and left her apartment with a smile on her face. By the time she got back home at four in the afternoon, her hair was dishevelled, her feet were killing her in the shoes she was wearing, on top of having wet socks, a blaring headache and her nose felt blocked. She spent most of her day at a mall window shopping, not shopping because her rent was due the next day, and had no choice but to walk home in the rain because everybody else kept getting to a taxi before her. She definitely wasn't in the best mood when she got inside and flopped down on her couch without even shutting her front door.
December second was slightly different. For starters, she had pancakes and maple syrup for breakfast and left her apartment early to go to a baseball game. She had never been to one before and she didn't really know any of the player's names, but there was a lot of people and something interesting was bound to happen. And sure enough, she was right. She just didn't like it. The guy sitting behind her dropped his hot dog down her back and stained her white shirt with ketchup and mustard, and all she got in return from him was an apologetic face and a napkin. She wasn't the type of person to give anyone the finger, but if she did, it would definitely be to that guy. So she sat through a boring game of baseball, not knowing who was winning or losing or what an inning was, with a stained shirt and a four year old kid who kept throwing nuts at her. Brittany loved kids, and actually had a smile on her face when the small boy turned his attention to her. If it had been a boy giggling and throwing things at her playfully, she would have laughed and joined in at throwing them back, but this boy's lips were pressed into a thin line as he harshly through the nuts in her direction. A frustrated "I haven't even done anything!" caused a scolding look from the boy's mom, who oddly had the same expression as her son, and Brittany had endured enough for one day. She left, picking peanuts out of her hair all the way back to her apartment.
December third was a little like December first. It was raining, hard. She didn't want to make the same mistake twice, so she brought a large colorful umbrella with her when she left. This time she went to a music store not far away from her apartment to see what new stock they had. The first sign of trouble was the lack of Britney Spears and Ke$ha CD's. They didn't even have a single Beyoncé or Jennifer Lopez CD. Just as she was about to ask someone why they didn't have any pop artists, she took a look at the guy front counter and suddenly got the idea of why they didn't. His entire wardrobe choice was all black, even his fingernails were painted, and he had a solemn look on his face as he flicked through a magazine called Gothic Beauty. She cleared her throat and sent the guy a small smile as she left the store without saying a word.
The next place she went was a cute little bakery on the same street that sold those extra large pink doughnuts, which were her favorite. The customer in front of Brittany bought the last one, leaving her with a choice of chocolate or caramel. Instead she ordered an apple pie with a frown of her face, and didn't have enough change to pay for it. Luckily the woman sympathised and let her off without paying the fifty cents. Thankfully, the rain was now just a light drizzle and she really didn't need her umbrella open anymore. Something she didn't notice as she was leaving the shop though, were the three construction workers placing a new sign above the Chinese restaurant next door to the coffee shop, and when she did it was too late. The first guy on the ladder had just finished securing the sign to the brick wall and leaned back to look at his work. That was a clear mistake as the ladder started wobbling uncontrollably, as the two guys underneath him tried to stabilise it which turned out to be no use. The guy and the ladder came falling down within the blink of an eye, the ladder in turn hitting the awning above the coffee shop and causing it collapse under pressure. Brittany, just happened to walk past as it was falling down, and caught the waterfall of rain water that came gushing afterwards. It was lucky that she didn't get hurt, but instead she was now drenched from head to toe. On top of that, her apple pie was ruined. The water sputtered from her mouth and she whipped around to see what had happened, rapidly moved the wet hair out of her face to get a better look. A look of confusion washed over her features and she didn't know what to think. All she could see where three nervous looking guys, one who had a weird limp. With a frustrated sigh, she let the ruined apple pie fall to the pavement and took her unopened umbrella with her on the way back to her apartment.
Three days of unbelievable misfortune, and weirdly every day ending with a warm shower with a frown on her face, she was exhausted. She felt like Jessica Alba out of that Good Luck Chuck movie. And she didn't like it.
It was on December forth that a small spark of hope was restored within her.
Just like the last three mornings, Brittany woke up to the beautiful sound of her alarm blaring loudly on the bedside table next to her. Even if the last couple of days had ended pretty badly and left her on the edge of tears before she went to sleep, it gave the readers something interesting to read. And her boss had praised her for getting out of her apartment and going on adventures, even if they turned out the way they did. Old habits die hard though, and she groaned at the annoying sound to her left and blindly switched it off without opening her eyes. After her shower the night before, she spent ten minutes trying to think of something that wouldn't end in disaster yet again and leave her feeling miserable.
Eventually she settled on hitting up a Starbucks on her way to Central Park, since the rain had finally stopped falling and nothing like yesterday could happen again. The most interesting people were found in those two places, and gave Brittany the most inspiration to write. Sometimes she found it a little odd, sitting at a park bench and observing the behaviour around her to get the write words forming in her mind. It was odd, but it always worked. And she highly doubted there would be any kids throwing peanuts at her there. Well, she was ninety-five percent sure.
She broke tradition of her fancy and large breakfasts, mostly because she didn't have the energy, and had a simple bowl of cheerios for breakfast. She spent fifteen minutes having a shower and getting dressed afterwards, praying that she wouldn't have to come back home and have yet another shower because of some unlucky incident. She stuck with a simple pair of grey skinny jeans, a large beige sweater and a maroon beanie. It was an odd choice of colors, but anything remotely odd always worked on her, or so she was told. On her way out of the way out of her apartment, she refilled Max's bowl of food and gently stroked the spot behind his ear. He purred in appreciation and she smiled softly down at him. "Wish me luck today." She whispered, giving him one last scratch before standing up and leaving her apartment. Max was of course, a beautiful white Persian cat who had a permanent grumpy look planted on his face. Brittany being Brittany always made sure Max had enough toys to keep him happy for a lifetime, perhaps hoping that would change the sour look on his face, but she had come to terms with and accept that it was just a part of Max's personality. He made her feel a little less lonely when she came home each day.
It's going to be a good day, she reminded herself mentally. Did one part of her believe that? No. She had told herself that same mantra the last three days, hell even two months, and she was always left with that same feeling when she crawled into bed at night. For a moment she considered that maybe she needed to start going out at night more, maybe go back on the dating scene, but she really couldn't find it in herself to be happy. What kind of person would she be if she relied on someone else to make her happy?
Shaking her head of these thoughts, Brittany finally hit the pavement outside of her apartment and started walking in the wrong direction. Once she was halfway down the street she realized and gritted her teeth in annoyance. She really hoped that it wasn't step one of another bad day. How many of those could she even take before she had a nervous break down? This was probably the breaking point. She took a deep breath to ease some of the frustration and turned around to walk in the right direction. The walk from her apartment to the nearest Starbucks wasn't long and she soon found herself in a line full of suited men, all talking on their phones and carrying briefcases, probably stopping by before going to a place they all probably called "the office". She couldn't help but let out a small snort at her luck of being held up by the most typical line of people at the most typical place in New York. She really even shouldn't be surprised, this was a typical Thursday for her. It was a long fifteen minutes later when the line had moved down enough and she was finally able to order a simple hot chocolate, being guilty by ordering it in one of those super large take away cups as well, just like everybody else in line did. It wasn't a caffeine hit like theirs, so that definitely didn't make her like everyone else in New York. If it was hot chocolate, it was different, she convinced herself.
After waiting another five minutes for her drink, with Brittany tapping the counter with her fingers to pass the time, as much as everyone around her hated it, could finally leave business central otherwise known as Starbucks and back into the smell of fresh air. As much as Brittany hated it, Central Park wasn't right around the corner from her place so of course she had to hail a cab, which unfortunately didn't have any heating on a cold day like today. None of them ever did. But, that's what a hot chocolate came in handy for. Her day wasn't a total disaster just yet. She took a tentative sip of her hot chocolate as she waited on the curb for the closest one to pull up and sure enough a few moments later, a shiny yellow taxi pulled up to her rescue. Of course the cab driver turned to look at her, giving her a creepy once over and a weird waggle of his eyebrows. Repulsing. Brittany offered a fake smile and flicked the hair out of her face. "Central Park." She said loudly, his eyes shifting north to look up at her. He cleared his throat and nodded, turning back to look at the road. Where they should be.
Brittany's forehead stayed planted against the glass window the entire cab ride as she watched the tall buildings pass by outside, and the occasional really tall person that came into her line of sight. Since it was almost nine o'clock on a Thursday morning, the roads and streets were a lot busier than what they would be on the weekend. She let out a small huff of frustration, and then watched how her breath fogged up the window, when they got stuck in traffic. And it was a lot of traffic.
"Looks like there was an accident up 'ere," the cab driver spoke, with some kind of thick accent she didn't recognise. "Might be stuck 'ere a while." He added.
All Brittany heard from what he was saying that she was now stuck in a cab, with a creepy foreign driver who's moustache was almost as big as his level of creep, sitting on cold leather with the only warmth coming from her cup of hot chocolate, because of a car pile up. "Great," she mumbled to herself, but the raise of eyebrow the cab driver sent her was a small indication that he definitely heard her.
Forty minutes passed. The slowly edging traffic was driving Brittany crazy, this was definitely not a good day at all. She was almost tempted to just give up and go back to her apartment before anything worse happened, but she definitely did not just sit in a cab with a guy who kept muttering something about voluptuous curves for nothing. Whatever bad luck streak she had been on recently would hopefully die down once she got to one of her favorite places. Besides, what could go wrong in a park of all places? Her forehead which had still been resting against the window peeled off in a hurry when she sat up straight. It hurt, and there was definitely going to be a mark there, but she just realised a list of things that could definitely go wrong in a park. Maybe she still had time to turn around and go back to her apartment, and she was just about to open her mouth and tell Mr. Voluptuous when he beat her to it. "We're 'ere."
She must have been zoning out when she was looking out the window before, because when she looked back it was definitely Central Park staring back at her. Her mouth shut and formed into a small frown. Hopefully, just hopefully she didn't get ran over by a team of cyclists practising in the park, one of the worst scenarios she came up with a few moments ago. "How much?" She asked in a sad tone, digging into her pocket to find her purse.
"One hundred and twenty two dollars and seventy-five cents." He replied, keeping his face blank.
Brittany's face however, was anything but blank. "Are you kidding me? We were in traffic for like an hour, I'm really supposed to pay for all of that? You're joking."
The cab driver, Lou she read on his name tag, gave a half tsk noise which almost sounded like 'shit happens' and stared blankly back at her.
"I don't have that much on me. That's ridiculous!" She groaned loudly and ran her hand through her hair in anger. All Lou did for the entire road was focus on his rear view mirror, which was definitely not focusing on the road or cars behind them.
"I'll tell you what Miss," Lou shuffled in his seat so he could face her properly, a small smug look crossing his face. Brittany didn't like where this was going. "It can be a hundred and twenty, or you lift up your shirt for me and I'll drop it to just twenty for ya."
Brittany's eyebrows hit her hairline at this deal and her mouth was left slightly agape. Surely he couldn't be serious?
"Just one boob."
She wasn't proud. She really wasn't proud. But what other choice did she really have? She wasn't the kind of person to just get out of the car and run, hoping he wouldn't catch up to her. On the other hand, she really couldn't afford to spend that much on a simple taxi ride. Hell, he probably boosted the price on purpose just to get her to do that. Something Brittany had learnt, there sure was a lot of assholes in this city. Whether it be at baseball games, coffee shops, or in taxi's, she was definitely having a hard time finding a genuinely good person.
Adjusting her shirt around her waist line, she looked up at the Park in front of her from the curb and let out a small breath of relief. Sure, she was like an hour overdue, but at least now she was here. The taxi behind her finally tore off down the road, and she couldn't help but watch it go with a twinge of annoyance. Screw it, if anyone deserved it, it was this guy. Holding her notepad and pen in one hand, she held up her right hand and tried to put all of her frustrations into giving the distant taxi the finger. Oddly it gave her a sense of relief, and she added a mouthed 'Jerk!' to go with it. She dropped her hand with a small satisfied smile, and turned to walk towards the park but stopped short when she noticed she had an audience. A mother who was holding her toddler's hand was giving her a harsh judgemental look after what she just did to the taxi, and started to direct her son away from Brittany as quickly as possible.
"Oh God, no! I never do that to people, trust me! I'm a good person!" She tried desperately to tell the mother as she was hurrying her child along the footpath quicker at Brittany's words. Brittany's shoulders slumped when she was out of earshot and she was left with a terrible feeling in her stomach. Surely, all of this had to be the city's fault. She was probably classed as a real New Yorker now, and she wasn't sure if she liked that or not. She gave another small sigh, and finally walked along the footpath into the park. It was a whole different story there. It was a nice escape from the men and women in business suits, always in a rush to get somewhere. There were people on bikes, kids on play dates with other children, what looked like a mom's group of women, another group of women working out and following their insanely attractive trainer's instructions, while drooling over him at the same time, and the occasional person walking their dog. It was quiet and peaceful, and despite the occasional tourist who would scream in excitement and ask the person with them to take a picture, she really needed to go there more often.
Brittany wondered through the large park, observing people and looking for the motivation she needed. Sometimes, and by sometimes she meant twice, months ago, she would see a really adorable and romantic gesture from one person to another and she would tell all of her readers, and tell them to keep their hopes alive if they're scared they'll never find love. That was the kind of inspiration she needed. So far all she really got inspired by was a small girl who was feeding the ducks by the pond and laughing whenever they would dunk their head under water. She couldn't help but smile at the girl, because it was almost like an exact replica of her when she was little. Well, Brittany still got excited over ducks now, but still. It was something that made Brittany grin, until another little girl came over to feed the ducks next to the replica, only to have the replica push her over and scream 'my ducks!' and go back to feeding them. Her mother scolded her and rushed over, but Brittany's face morphed into horror for a moment, until it switched into one of annoyance. The people of New York, seriously.
As she continued walking along, she almost got ran over by a lone cyclist which ended in her having a mini panic attack over the fear she had in the taxi, so she moved to the walk on the grass instead. Unfortunately there were no grand gestures of romance or proposals, and she was running out of options. She had already been there for an hour, searching and desperately looking for something positive to write about for once. If at least one stranger complimented her on her appearance, that would be inspirational and give her something to write about. But nothing. The closest thing she had to that was 'voluptuous curves' and she really had no idea what that meant.
She was giving up. She was honestly giving up on this attempt to find something amazing to write about. She would probably never find it again, and be forced to quit her job and sell her body to make rent money. That was probably a little over dramatic, but she was at that point of frustration and giving up that the idea actually sounded inviting, so she let out a long sigh and turned on her heel. She was going back home to curl up in her bed, where everything was safe and nothing bad would happen to her. If the last three days were anything to go by, it probably would. Like her bed never warming up and being stuck in cold sheets, or bed swallowing her whole or something. Anything could really happen.
It was the most frustrating thing in the world how on her way back to where she arrived, everything that could go bad, did. For some reason she kept dropping her notepad, like her fingers were covered in oil or something, and she would always drop it at the worst time. Just as a large group of people were walking by, or when someone was about to walk into her. And people definitely did bump into her. Her twenty minute walk was full different disasters, someone even dropped their ice cream down her pant leg and left her with a nice white stain that she couldn't cover up. That was wonderful. The last straw was a woman who would have been in her late thirties, who was power walking and listening to music at the same time. She didn't notice Brittany until the last second and pushed straight into her, sending her straight to the ground. Her palms scraped against the pavement painfully, not to mention how much it hurt to have your rear hit the ground first, and her notepad went flying off to the side. The woman who had been walking had only fell back a few steps from their collision and was left in shock for a few seconds. Looking down at Brittany, her face turned from shock to annoyance. "Watch where you're going!" She said with a heavy New York accent, walking around Brittany and carrying on with her power walking.
Brittany sat in shock for a few seconds, trying to work out if that had really happened. Bringing her palms up to inspect them, she saw tiny pieces of gravel in there and a small amount of blood. Yes, it definitely happened. Anger flared up inside of her and she let out the loudest groan and had in two months.
"You have got to be kidding me!" She yelled to no one in particular, huffing as she picked up her notepad and scurried back to get on her feet. Instead of going the normal route back to where she got dropped off, she turned onto a different pathway and strode forward. All she wanted to do now was get home safely without anything else pissing her off. This pathway had a lot less people and was a lot less secluded, so the chances of something bad were fifty percent less now. Who knows, lightening could a tree near her or something. Making it fall down, onto her. Crushing her legs and leaving her paralysed from the waist down. Brittany's mind was racing with things that could go wrong as she walked, quite angrily, down the pathway that what she soon saw in front of her almost put her into shock. She stopped right where she was, slightly out of breath from how much she had been walking when she focused on what was in front of her.
Not many people were around. In fact there was only about eight people mulling around. She was right next to a lake, with ducks of course, while the lake was surrounded with seats and places for people to sit. She wasn't interested in any of the scenery, or how quiet it was, or even the ducks. No, she was focused entirely on something else.
Brittany watched a woman who was sitting on one of the benches, wearing a grey office skirt and a white button up shirt, rolled up to the elbows, sipping on a cup of coffee that didn't look to be from Starbucks and eating what looked to be a toasted cheese and ham sandwich. None of those things were what caught Brittany's attention. This woman, was definitely one of the most attractive people Brittany had ever seen. If not, the most attractive. She was gorgeous, she was insanely beautiful, and she left Brittany's mouth slightly ajar and all she was doing was eating her lunch. This woman had dark brown hair that fell in soft natural curls down to the middle of her back, tanned skin that showed she was definitely Hispanic, and the most amazing pair of legs Brittany had ever seen, period. She was staring and she couldn't help it. The poor woman was just eating her lunch and looking over something in her lap, some kind of document. Obviously for work.
Brittany could easily appreciate a good looking man or woman, and she really did appreciate the woman in front of her. She might even consider going up and talking to her if she didn't have drying ice cream on her pants and didn't look like she was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. Regathering herself, she cleared her throat slightly and made a move to keep walking but stopped when she spared one last glance at the brunette in front of her. A lone duck and waddled it's way up and was sitting in front of the woman, staring just like Brittany was.
The woman must have felt something close to her, because she moved the document away and looked down at the duck looking up hopefully. Her face stayed blank and she chewed on the piece of bread in her mouth. Figuring out what the duck wanted, her gaze moved to the sandwich and back to the duck. "No." She simply said, and picked up her document again, acting as if nothing had happened. A small part of Brittany was disappointed, figuring she was just like every other person in New York. But for some reason she couldn't pull here eyes away or send the brain signals to her legs to keep walking. The duck started quacking loudly to get the woman's attention again, and sure enough the woman dropped the document and tried to shush the duck while looking around to see how many people's attention she had unfortunately gained. Just as she was about to look in Brittany's direction, Brittany threw herself behind the nearest tree and held her breath. She didn't want to be caught staring, she would probably just think she was a freak for just standing there and watching.
Hearing more noise, Brittany glanced around the tree at the woman who now had a small army of ducks surrounding her, quacking loudly at the sandwich in her hand. She could see the woman starting to get agitated over the noise and the attention she had gained in the process, since everyone else was now looking at her. "You know what? Here. Take it! Take allllll of it." The woman said to the ducks around her as she started breaking of pieces of her sandwich to the ducks, leaving nothing for herself. "There, you happy?" she said to them in a annoyed tone, then picked up her coffee and documents. Brittany swore she could hear her mumbling in another language as she walked down the pathway and out of sight, over the happy sounds the ducks were making at getting so much food from her.
Feeling like some kind of stalker, Brittany moved from behind the tree and back onto the footpath, watching the ducks fight over the bigger pieces. Her gaze then looked back up to where the woman had walked off in a hurry and felt a smile tug at her lips. She definitely was not like the typical New York person she came across. What she just witnessed was the most adorable and endearing thing she had seen in a long time. Looking back down at the notepad in her hands, she could feel the words forming in her mind of what to write down for all of New York to read. Something like this would surely make anyone smile. There was good in the world. There were good people. She just witnessed it, for the first time in quite a long time. An even bigger smile stretched across her face when she realized just how quickly one person could change her giving up attitude, and completely inspire her. She had something to write. She had the words, she had the story, she had everything. All she had to do was get back to her apartment and write them all down. She walked carefully around the ducks and the dishevelled pieces of sandwich, towards one of the main roads at the end of the pathway.
Not one bad thing happened to her one her way home.