BRRINNG! BRRING!
I groaned and tossed around in my bed while my hand fumbled for the snooze button on my alarm.
I finally found it and went back to sleep.
Why couldn't alarm clocks be frickin' destroyed? Terminated forever? I would gladly provide the funds!
Stumbling out of bed, I went into the bathroom to get ready for work.
After brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and such, I went into my closet. I checked the calendar that hung in there. Surprisingly, the box was empty. I had no meetings!
I stared at my outdated wardrobe for a couple of minutes and then decided to just keep it simple. Maybe it was just Gucci day. I put on my button-down black shirt and some simple white pants. (picture on my profile. Just imagine the shirt buttoned down a little, enough for the tank to show) I was dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, Bella. How are you this lovely morning?" my butler, George, greeted me.
"I'm quite fine, thank you," I replied. "No meetings today!"
"So what do you plan to do with this day?" he asked.
"Forget breakfast, George, I'm going togo to Starbucks," Isaid.
"That's fine. Have a nice day," he replied. I was going to have to raise his salary. Byfar, he was the most kind and caring servant I had had. He had been with me since birth, since my parents, well, you know, kicked the bucket.
I hadn't known them really.I wasonly two-years-old when they died in a plane crash. George had taken care of their financesbefore I hadjust turned 18 last month.
I was told that my parents were the best there ever was. Theyloved me very much. My mother was beautiful with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and my father had been handsome with dark brown hair and brown eyes.
They sounded like people of a fairy tale, a fairy tale that's final pages were printed before they were wanted.
And so the multi-billion dollar corporation was inherited by me.
I walked out into my garage which held myall my cars. I looked at my outfit and decided that it would contrast well with my red Porsche. I unlocked it and got in, placing my designer Gucci handbag in the passenger's seat.
I checked the digital clock on my car: 7:45.
Starbucks sounded really good before Iwent to work.
What do I do?
Well, I am the manager at Swan's. A clothes department store, and we are doing really well right now. We were doing well right now, but with that came so much pressure. Sometimes my head ached from all the numbers.
Once I arrived at Starbucks, I saw that the whole place was crowded. I decided to go after work.
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After a long day at work and really looking forward to my coffee, I jumped into my car and drove to Starbuck's.
I turned around a bend and saw the familiar billboard, but I had to park at the opposite side of the street because the small parking lot was full.
How many frickin' people could there be at Starbuck'sall day? Well, some celebrity was probably in there.
That was the good thing about beingmanager. I was still rich, but I didn't have to be harassed by the press everywhere Iwent because my face wasn't that recognizable.
I pressed theengine stop button on my push-button dashboard.
Opening the door, Igot out.
I walked over to the passenger's seat, opened the door, and got my handbag out.
Crossing the street, I saw a black stretch limo coming toward me. I hadn't seen it before due to the fact that it had to cross the bend, and trees blocked my view of there.
It was coming fast, too fast. I had nowhere to run. It was only a few feet away, and I still had 10 feet to the other side of the road.
Crap! There was nothing I could do. I remembered my guidance manuals. Let loose...
I closed my eyes and breathed in, as bright yellow lights filled my vision. one... two...
I was interrupted with a severe blow to my right side.
I was thrown onto the floor with such force that I immediately blacked out.
So…what did you think? Good? Bad? I didn't like it very much. I have major writer's block, but I did my best
I want to thank xxDeath's Daughterxx for agreeing to be my beta!
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