• ~Chapter 1~
    It must have been a dream. No it can’t be, everything was so real, so vivid. It’s like a fairytale I never want to get out of, but I’m too old to believe in fairytales, it’s just a kid’s dream, not mine. Then everything disappeared as I found myself lying on my bed, daydreaming again! As I heard the alarm clock screech the familiar sound I’ve heard since the day I started my job. It was nothing much just a coffee courier; I know what you’re thinking, it doesn’t get much pay but at least it’s something, y’know. As I dressed in clothes that were just washed, I dragged my sleepy self to the car. The new car smell drifted to my nostrils as I turned the key and heard the car started, and just like that I went on towards my job.
    ~Chapter 2~
    Walking through the doors of the DooPeas building I could hear the smirks and giggles as I walk past to check in. I wasn’t the most popular worker there, everyone wore mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, while I just went natural. I never liked make-up, it just seemed unsanitary putting wax onto your face. But enough of my whining for today, at least I have a job! Anyways, I walked to my desk and waited further orders of my boss, Mr. Andrews. He never could get any of my jokes but he seemed to laugh along when others told their so-called “funny” jokes. “ He hasn’t fired me yet, so I’m good…for now”, I kept thinking that as I fumbled and became the clumsy human I am today. Mr. Andrews told me specifically make these15 cups of black coffee; he smirked as he walked away. Everyone thought I was just a maid cleaning and making to his or her needs. I am so much more capable to do other things, like fixing the broken copier, writing stories made especially to make someone laugh, but no, Mr. Andrews did not think that. I only took this job just so I could become a columnist. My one passion was writing stories for the public to enjoy, but I was FAR away from that.” LARA!!!!! GET BACK TO WORK!!!!! YOU’VE ALREADY BEEN WARNED ONCE AND I’M NOT GONNA WARN YOU AGAIN!!!! His voice sounded so funny when he was mad, but everyone else hated him to that fact as well. Divorced, 3 kids and was a major perfectionist, but did not accept coffee without his favorite sweetener “Splenda” if not received 4 packets exactly,he would fall into rage, may I mention VERY HARD TO PLEASE. He actually threw 2 cups worth of coffee onto the ground and demanded that we clean it up. We had to replace the carpet since he hadn’t told us about his “other accident”. As time flew by, I found myself once again waving goodbye to all my co-workers, next week will be my 50th day of working at this place. Driving home I thought to myself “ all these people, and none of them are my friends, none even liking me. Everyone didn’t know my name. You must be wondering what my real name is at this point my full name; to be exact is “Lara. Regina. Emerson” for short people most call me “LRE” weird I know but I live with it. Yep that’s me. And tomorrow my boss will kill me.