Writers Block - Chapter two
It's dark, I'm afraid! I'm running. I'm not sure what from. I can feel the moisture in the cold air hitting my face, the wind whistling through the trees. I can hear footsteps, they're not the sound coming from my feet! I look down, I'm floating, my feet aren't touching the floor! They're somebody else's feet, barefoot! I'm being held! Someone or something is running, running wild through the woods, carrying me! Dare I look? I slowly turn my head to see who or
what is holding me, and where is it taking me...
GOOOOOOD MORNING NEW YORK! IT'S 6.30AM, MY NAME IS NIGEL FAYERS AND I'M WAKING YOU UP WITH THE FANTASTIC ROD STEWART'S MAGGIE MAY...
"Fuck!" I smash my alarm clock onto the floor. It was a dream! That was weird! I never remember my dreams, and when i do it's something ridiculous like I'm travelling to England to meet the Queen so i can marry her Grandson William! This was completely on another level! Being chased through the woods? That's absurd!
After a quick cold shower I dress in my usual Black trousers from a garage sale and my new Lime shirt, which I must say is rather bright, but hey! it's Monday who doesn't need their morning brightening up! I whip my hair back in my usual loose Pony Tail and grab my briefcase!
The journey on the subway was awful, I thought with it being earlier than usual it wouldn't be busy, some fooling me! It was ridiculous! I grabbed a mocha latté
from Starbucks and walk the two blocks to the New York News empire!
For some strange reason I'm feeling nervous about this meet with Mr Cullen's Nephew! I'm not sure if it's because I don't know what he looks like, or if he's just as rude as the rest of the airheads who work here. Not that, that's ever bothered me before! Chill Bella, Chill! It must be the dream I had! It's made me feel uneasy after i was kidnapped by some barefoot, Bigfoot in my dream! I wasn't even sure if it was male or female, human or monster! Well, whatever it was I need to forget it, maybe I'll try not having pop tarts before I go to bed next time!
The lobby looks like it's been open a while, yet Alfie the Office security doesn't look like he's been on planet earth for at least 30 years! Wearing clothes that I must say are more ridiculous than mine, a comb-over hair style and glasses that could give Penny's Jam shop a run for their money!
"Morning Miss Swan!"
I shouldn't be rude really, he's always so nice to me!
"Good morning Alfie" I smiled. I smiled! I was feeling rather peculiar this morning, and now I'm smiling at door staff, at 7.15am? DEFINITELY laying off of pop tarts!
"There is a young gentleman waiting in your office Miss Swan" he gave me an unusual look. A look my Gran would give me when she would give me the wink, wink, nudge, nudge as a teenager. when she's asking if I fancied a boy? It must be old people!
"SHIT!" I was meant to show Edward round, now I'm in the dogs house!
Did I really say that out loud?
"Have a good day Miss Swan!" He looked surprisingly pleased at my outburst.
I literally ran to the lift...pressing floor 3, floor3...floor 3! "Hurry the fuck up!"
"Isabelle Swan...Not LATE are we?"
I'd recognise that bitchy chuckle anywhere! Keep it cool Bells, Keep it cool!
"Oh, Morning Rosalie! Your early!" Stating the obvious, she's NEVER early! CLEARLY she's got wind that there's a young gentleman joining the force and Rosalie
being the SLUT she is, has to turn up and try worm her long, Gorgeous, shiny, silky ... STOP IT!
"Well, you know, i do like to make a good impression with the newbies!" she let out a little giggle.
Choke on your giggle. go on, choke! BEHAVE!
"I'm sure!" I muttered under my breath. PING! the lift was here, thank god!
Luckily, she worked on the ground floor so I didn't have to go through the torture of sharing a lift with her oh so pretty face!
I look in the lift mirror. I look...Plain! Plain and old! Not my Face is old, my clothes are though! What is happening to me! PING The lift stops on the second floor - the canteen!
The door opens but I'm still looking down at my flat, brown, PLAIN shoes. I could do with a style makeover! Its never bothered me before so why now! I sigh!
"UP or DOWN?" I hear this English accent. An abrupt, RUDE, English accent.
"Up please, third floor!" I try to smile, seems this facade I seem to be displaying this morning has just been flooded out, by this rude voice!
I don't look up the whole lift journey, why would I want to even look at someone who presents such a negative aura? As I'm stepping out of the lift I hear this guy laughing!
"Nice Shoes!" He says in the most sarcastic way I've ever heard!
Don't lower yourself Bella, it's early in the morning, your vulnerable! don't do it Bella, DONT DO IT BELLA!
And with that, without turning my head I raise my right arm, and raise my hand over my shoulder, with my middle finger for the rude Englishman, and mutter "fuck you!" under my breath.
I seem quite pleased at myself with my reaction! chuckling away at my self walking down the corridor I hear it...
"AH, Swan! It seems you've met my Nephew Edward! All the way From Lovely London!"
I turn to face my boss. My Jaw hit the floor...
*Did he just say, all the way from London?*
SHIT...