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) to let any readers know. soooooo...I think that's it, i'll also reserve a little space to try and fit the whole story on one page.
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Chapter 1The sun came in through the slanted window of the one room apartment, lighting up the small, but quaint, room. The colors from the tinted glass danced against the opposite wall, and the mirror, shining a rainbow of colored lights into my face.
“Ugh, no,” I groaned, opening my eyes. What a mistake. I was blinded by the light, and it gave me a small headache, which disappeared quickly. I shifted my head to the left, and tried again. This time, no light blinded me.
I sat up slowly, not wanting to blur my vision with a static haze. I stretched, and slowly leaned over and slipped off the bed. I shivered a little when my feet hit the stone floor. It was a cold morning.
I sighed, standing up completely. Mondays never were my kind of days. I walked over to the small closet (more of a hole in the wall, really) and looked through it. Same old, same old. I finally decided on something I hadn’t really worn in a while, a sunshine yellow top with jeans. Colors weren’t my thing, to tell you the truth.
I looked quickly at the small stack of hair ties, mostly black or brown, to match my dark, chocolate brown hair.
“Why not?” I said to myself, grabbing an orange hair tie from the bottom of the stack. I decided just to put my hair into a ponytail. This wasn’t how I usually spent Mondays. It was like I was expecting something.
I walked over to the small kitchenette, already thinking about what to make. I didn’t feel like stale bread or oatmeal this morning. I felt like a REAL breakfast, with the whole thing; bacon, eggs, pancakes…my mouth watered at the thought of it.
What is WITH me today? I thought to myself. Not being a huge breakfast eater normally, I decided just to go out for a bite. Find a bistro or something. I think maybe I was just looking for an excuse to escape the gray walls that seemed, all of a sudden, way to close for comfort.
Grabbing a black leather jacket on the way, I half ran to the door. Closing the door behind me, I took out my keys to lock the apartment up when I noticed something bright in the mailbox. I locked the door, and reached a hand into the small, black metal box.
Mail. Junk mail, by the looks of it. I hitched up my purse, and set off down the hall, my old sneakers thudding softly against the concrete floor, mail in hand. Who knew? Sometimes bills looked like junk. Maybe there was something important in here. I don’t know why, but the way the package felt in my hands felt important.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked through the mail, ticking each one off in my head, as if it were a list.
Junk mail, junk mail, instant win Jamaica trip, letter from mom, and a magazine. I would go through the small stack more thoroughly at the restaurant.
It was alright to live in a big city, but for some odd reason, all the tall buildings that had yesterday looked protective, now looked a little scary, like they would fall on me at any moment. I looked around, trying to find an alright looking place to eat. I spotted one just a few blocks down that looked promising, and I began to walk.
Chapter 2The little place I had found was a small diner, which looked, from the outside, a little rough, but as I walked in, the chime above the door rang cheerfully, and I stepped over the threshold.
There was a small woman standing behind a long, narrow counter, where people already sat, talking with their neighbors and eating their food. I could smell it all now, and it smelled really good. The woman waved at me, all smiles.
“Hey there, hon. I’ll be with you in a sec. You can just sit down wherever you’d like,” she said in a country accent that made me giggle a little. I managed to pass it off as a smile to be polite, and looked around. All the tables looked clean, so I picked a 2-seater close to the storefront window and sat down.
I waited until after the waitress had come to take my order, and had brought back some coffee with creamer before I started to look through the mail. The first two letter envelopes did, indeed, contain junk mail, so I pushed those aside. That’s when I noticed the magazine. Country Living was the title, but what caught my eye was the little bright yellow blip in the corner.
Win a farm! Details on Page 45!This looked promising. I opened up the magazine and flipped through to page 45, giving little attention to the other pages, all showing flashy pictures of large farms and special offers on furniture.
There it was, on page 45. The thing I had been looking forward to all day without realizing it.
Win a
FREE, that’s right,
FREE farm! Your very own! Just out of college? Need a new abode? Send in the attached entry form for a chance to WIN! Offer ends soon……………
I picked up my purse from where it was hanging on the chair, and searched the contents for a pen. The first I took out was dry, but the next one, a red one, worked just fine. I filled out the application with great care, as if my life depended on it. Now I KNEW I was going crazy.
Name: Aurora Rose Finch
Age: 21
Address: …I had finished with the form by the time my food was ready.
“You want me to get some of this out of your way, hon?” asked the waitress, pointing to the small pile of paper at the other end of the table.
“Yes, please, everything except the magazine, and this,” I replied, pointing at Mom’s letter to me. I still hadn’t opened it yet.
The waitress smiled at me, and then walked away with the trash, her hips swaying slightly. I stifle a laugh. What a hick!
I turned my attention to the last letter. I opened it at the top with my fingernail, and began to read, enjoying my breakfast at the same time.
) to let any readers know. soooooo...I think that's it, i'll also reserve a little space to try and fit the whole story on one page.
