Oaky so I didn't know how many of you followed the story and not me so I wanted to give you this update here. I have re-written this story and will be posting it. It is called the same but with "Revision" at the end. So FF doesn't get mad that I post an author's note, here is a preview. But you can just head over to my profile and read all of chapter 1.
Enjoy lovelies!
CH. 1
So it begins...
WAH WAH WAH WAH!
The 22 year sat up quickly, her hand punching the alarm clock next to her until it was finally silenced. The horrific sound was the worst option by far when it came to waking, but it did the trick as she was now fully conscious, having been punched in the gut with it. With her morning habits, waking up via heart attack was the only way to assure she didn't accidentally sleep till noon.
After her pulse slowed to a more natural rhythm, the young woman rose, her long blonde hair falling to the middle of her back in a mess. She stumbled ungracefully to the bathroom and the sound of streaming water could be heard inside the tiny apartment.
Nude, the woman stopped in front of her mirror and slowly inspected her body. It was something all women did. Her reflection held pale skin, which rivaled the moon when it was full, and full curves. Even with most finding her a flawless beauty, one that made men salivate and woman envious, all she saw were her flaws, her 'thin lips' and 'childish face'. She also cursed her height, being 5'3", she was a bit on the short side but those sorts of things were unavoidable and easily fixed with a tall pair of heels….if she wore heels.
"Well Serena Sparrow...this is as good as it's going to get."
Dressing into a pair of tight, light denim capris shorts and a tight tank top, she poured herself a bowl of cereal and stepped out onto her 'balcony', which was really a small landing on her fire escape. Watching the city below, the sun had yet to rise over the tall skyscrapers in the distance and still the city was a buzz of action and life. It was one of the things she loved about New York, it was truly a city that never sleeps. She'd missed that while she was gone.
She stepped back inside and placed her now empty bowl into the sink, glancing at the small clock on her stove.
"Shit, I'm going to be late!"
She threw on a loose t-shirt that was tie-dyed and cut so that it fell off one of her shoulders. It had a picture of a steaming coffee cup and a beer mug side by side on the front and a name printed at the top in big black letters that read, "Sweet Nectar of Life". She hopped towards the door, pulling on a pair of bright pink converse shoes and slipped her purse over her body. She locked the door before racing down the 8 flights of stairs.
Serena tried to read her book as she swayed back and forth on the subway but she found herself secretly people watching. The current cargo varied from over privileged, high society kids on their way to school to tired, third shift workers catching some sleep on their way home.
It angered her how little two particular girls seemed to care that the poor woman near them was trying to sleep as they gossiped loudly about their disappointments in life. The current blow to their egos was the lack of understanding one of their parent's had towards the girl's need for another nose job.
"See, look at this hack job?! I wish my parents cared more. They didn't even take the guy to court, they just settled for a million. A MILLION, can you believe that crap! I look like a monster and that wack job gets to keep ruining faces!"
Serena looked closely at her nose. She couldn't see anything wrong with it. Clearly the girl had no clue that at her age her nose would look completely different by the time she turned 18. She giggled at the thought of telling the girl this, but she did nothing. She'd seen way too many videos on Youtube of "subway confrontations". Serena put her book away and began the task of french braiding all of her, still damp, hair. What she would do with a million dollars...she would produce her music, that's for sure. Barista by trade with a bit of a music habit.