Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep...

I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm beeping. I quickly rolled over, and slap the top with my hand; hitting the snooze button.

God, how I hate Mondays I thought, as I pushed the sheets of me and slowly drag myself out of bed and towards the bathroom to take a shower. After a refreshing shower I went to the closet looking for something to wear; I pull out a black skirt and a white blouse, as I buttoned up my blouse, my eyes slid to the clock that lay on my nightstand.

8:30 am.

Shit, I'm late for work. Again. Stumbling, I grabbed my high heels and keys and headed for the door. Once on the street I ran to the taxicab stand, and entered into the first available taxi that I was able to find.

"Where to toots?" the taxi driver asked me.

Toots, seriously? I thought.

"Corner of 22nd street," I said.

"Sure thing, " the driver said, starting the car up. After 15 minutes of agonizing driving; the taxi driver told me that we arrived. Finally.

I scrambled out of the cab; throwing money at him.

"Keep the change," I shouted, as I run inside. I rushed beside the receptionist ignoring his disappointing sigh.

"Sandra…..." the receptionist started.

"Not now Kev," I quickly said, continuing to run. As I ran over to the elevator, I saw that the door began to close. "Hold the elevator, please!" I shouted, hoping that someone in the elevator would hear me. A hand shot out from inside the elevator and the door opened up again. Yes, I'm safe.

I stepped in and gasped. "Thank you," I barely said, struggling to catch my breath.

"You are welcome," a rough male voice said.

Or not;I slowly turned my head to look at the person who said that. Oh no. It was my boss Mr. Randall, a fat little man in his late fifties with gray hair and small black eyes. Always drunk and always on the hunt for young women who will give him something, something. Basically the man is a pig with no respect for women and taught them nothing more than breeding machines and lower creatures.

"Sandra you are late…. again, " he said, stretching out the last word.

"I know, and I'm so sorry and I promise it….."

"Won't happen again, " he finished, rolling his eyes.

"Mr. Randall, I'm really, really…."

"Did you bring your drawings for the meeting at two o'clock?" he suddenly asked.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the right in disbelief. Drawings….. How could I forget them? They were on my table.

"Well?!"

"N-no sir, I forgot it at home" I muttered.

"Speak up, I can't hear you."

"No, sir, I forgot it at home" I repeated, this time a little bit louder.

"You forgot?!" he sounded out through clenched teeth, throwing his arms up in the air. "Do you know how many interior designers would kill to be in your place?" he asked, as his face took on the color red from anger.

"Yes sir, I know."

"Then, how could you forget?"

Well, if you weren't such a slave driver and weren't forcing me to do a million things at once, maybe I would have remembered to take the damn drawings. Of course, I didn't tell him that.

"Well?!" he asked, looking me in the eye.

"I don't know, sir, I guess it must have slipped from my mind, " I said. "But, I can return home and bring them."

"You do that, " he said, as the elevator doors opened. "And one more thing, " he said, turning to me, "When you get home, stay there because you're fired."

"WHAT?!" I screamed. "Mr. Randall please I'm sure we can…" I started, but he cut me off.

"You have five minutes to clear out your office, before I call security."

"But, but."

"And that's final, " he said, walking away.

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As I walk down the street with a box full of my belongings, I'm thinking to myself: What the hell just happened? At that moment, memories from last night appeared in my head. My conversation with Monica and Amy; me making a wish. Could it be that me being fired has to do something with making a wish last night? No, it can't. But then again?

Suddenly and without warning a powerful explosion winched me from my thoughts and threw me on the ground. I looked around frantically and saw pieces of glass, metal and paper flying everywhere. My ears were deaf and ringing at the same time from the strength of the explosion, and my entire body felt numb. People started to flee the streets looking for a place to hide as large clouds of dust and smoke spread across the streets. As I watched people fleeing; my gaze stopped at the young man standing across the street waving and shouting something, trying to attract my attention.

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" I shouted back. "MY EARS ARE RINGING!" I was trying to explain, but he did not hear me. Instead the man turned and started pointing at the black GMC Topkick speeding right toward me.

My God, he's going to run over me, I thought as I stumbled to get up on my feet. Somehow I managed to get up, but when I tried to run, I fell down and a sharp pain went up my leg. I looked at my leg and realized that I twisted my ankle.

So this is it; this is how I die I thought. "Please God, let it be quick" I whispered, closing my eyes and preparing for the impact. But the impact never came, instead I heard a strange sound that I've never heard before. It sounded like metal bending under some kind of pressure. But what kind of pressure? I opened my eyes, and saw two giant metal….. FEET in front of me. What the….?

I looked up, and saw a big black robot looking around, like he lost something or someone out of his sight. I guess he felt me staring at him because he looked down at me annoyed and said:

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I'm not sure if it was shock, or what but I started laughing uncontrollably before passing out.