From my room, I could hear my two best friends arguing in the kitchen. I put on a hoodie and join them. They where both already dressed up and ready to go to work.
Emily is the oldest. A beautiful blond girl with gorgeous blue eyes. Always there for helping anyone and always cheerful. I know her since high school, when I moved from Manchester for London with my parents, she has been the only who talked to me. I was a weird kid at this time of my life. Make up wasn't important for me and as long as I was comfortable in my clothes, I was okay – I was wearing v-necks of my brothers and some old skinny jeans half ripped. She was one of my only friends there. Now, she is a photographer for a little magazine that was starting to become popular. Lucky her, she is working at the same place with Maddie, my second best friend and the second oldest – I am the youngest.
Maddie is a brown eyed and haired girl. Always there for making people laugh and spontaneous. She was the second one to talk to me to school. We were together in math and right after the first class, we become kind of ''best friend''. I introduced her to Emily and we became best friends. She knows everything about me, more than me! She always found the right word to say to make me feel better or anything. I always said to her that she could have been a psychologist, but not, she became a journalist. She does the interviews and Emily takes the photos. They meet a lot of new people and are always invited to little parties while me I stay at home, working.
Now, let's talk about me. My name is Tabitha. I moved in London a few years ago – as you already know – with my parents, because they were sick of Manchester. My older brother, Charlie, moved here few months before us for University and he is now a doctor in one of the greatest hospital of England. I never studied in a specific domain, so when it was time to find a job... I didn't know where to go! But Emily and Maddie inspired me and I'm now working for a journal, doing some articles that nobody ever read. I must talk about what's happening in London each week, sometimes I do some little interviews, but it's not as much fun as Maddie. I'm not meeting new bands or popular singers or actors, just people in the streets, normal as you and me.
While I'm making myself a coffee, I listen to their conversation – their job.
''Are your questions ready?'' Emily asks to Maddie, eating her cereals.
''Yes, mum, they are ready since days! You should worry about you: you always forgot something. Hope you have everything you need for your photos.'' Maddie replies, rolling her eyes.
''Everything's already at the studio and when I woke up this morning, I checked twice if I could have forgotten something.''
''Got an interview?'' I shyly asks, taking a sip of my coffee.
''Yes ma'am! A music band with four sexy lads.'' Emily winks at me. Maddie rolls again her eyes and finish her coffee before putting her cup in the sink.
''They heard about our magazine and they wanted at the same time give us a little help for being more known.'' Maddie smiles. ''Aren't they nice?''
''That's really nice from them.'' I agree. Weren't they lucky? Meeting new people in an hour or two and me, in one hour, I'll be obligated to sit behind a des until 5pm and write useless articles about boring things happening in London. I listen to them in silence, drinking my coffee and sometimes laughing of all their stories they are making with the members of the band. At 7:20am, I go take a quick shower and dress up – a simple black v-neck jumper and skinny jeans. September was cold this year! I put on some old black high heels and take my handbag and my USB key close to my laptop. Before leaving, I grab a coat and say goodbye to my friends.
Once outside, I suddenly have a massive headache. It is hurting so bad that I have to stop walking. Eyes closed, I wait a few seconds before it has gone. When I open my eyes everything's black like if I was blind. I blink and I see again, but I'm not in front of my apartment, I'm in town, close to the office. A little girl is running in the street, chased by a little boy who seems to be her brother. Their mum called them, but the little girl doesn't stop, thinking her brother is still running after her, but no. She crosses the street, but she hasn't seen the car and the driver hasn't seen her too. I close me eyes, I don't want to see what will happen next.
I was expecting hearing the car breaking, people screaming, but nothing. I slowly open my eyes and I'm in front of my apartment.
Second chapter. Hope you like it!
