Chapter One-
"Claire! Your late again!" Eliza warns me. I sighed. It's no different than any other day, I guess you could say I'm always late. which is hard to believe, because I've got nothing better to do.
I work at Boriham Savings Bank. That's where i live, Boriham. It's a pretty big city. Mostly apartmaent buildings like mine.
Okay, so I haven't thought much about collage. Most people go to collage around my age, 18, but nope, not me. it's because of my parents. My dad died of lung cancer when I was 8. And my mom was hit by a drunk driver after her weekly shopping trip. That was only 2 months ago. No collage money for me. They never gave more than 200 dollars to my funds anyway.
"Claire, can you come to work on time tomorrow...please?" Eliza whined. Elizas my red-head, frizzy-haired, annoying boss. I tell you, I only work fo the money.
"We've got a huge meeting tommorrow at 7:30, and if you're late, we'll look bad. And you know-" I cut her off.
"I hate looking bad," I finished for her with an anooyed tone as I rolled my eyes.
My blonde hair rose from my back as I rushed through the hallway of closed office doors. Mine was near the end. But before I stomped through my door, I quietly stepped into my friend, Isabel's office.
Isabel sighed, "So, what did she say today?" Isabel was never late, and seemed to know everything between Eliza and I. Which is pretty much just the remarks she makes when I walk in 10 minutes late.
I stuck my tounge out at her, "Claire! Important meeting! Do NOT be late! It will make me look bad! I hate looking bad!" I mimicked Eliza. Isabel giggled and continued to stare at her computer screen.
"What are you doing saturday?" Isabel asked. She must of been reading something interesting, because her eyes were still glued to the screen.
"Suing Eliza," I joked. That was probably my dream of all dreams. Ahhh, the thought of her actually looking bad soothed my mind.
"Serious, Claire," Isabel requested. i'm not really a serious kind of person.
My blue-grey eyes darted around the room fromm object to object nervously. "Iz,you know i don't do anything in my free time," I whined. It's not completly true...
"Whatever, then will you meet me for lunch?" she suggested. We didn't get together often, however, she was my best friend.
"Fine, Bananaboat at 1," I stated with confidence. Isabel nodded in approval. We both are fond of the Bananaboat, well, at least it's my favorite restraunt.
"See ya," Isabel shooed me. Her long, painted fingernails typing fast on the keyboard. I smiled, and left
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