Pic of Rachael. Imagine with green eyes ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------>
Trapped in a mall, with a HOT guy... for FOUR days, over Xmas!?!
Walking down the mall hall, gazing dreamily through the shop windows, looking at clothes I know I can't have. My eyes scanned the windows but froze on one particular dress. That dress would look amazing against my pale skin and would really make my long brown hair look amazing. And the green would really make my eyes stand out!!!
I reeled myself out my daydream and sighed. My eyes fell don to all the bags in my hands, I can't believe I maxed out my credit card again... dad's gonna kill me!!! He doesn't even know I have this credit card!!!
My dad is John Davis; owner of the company Davis's Enterprises, Davis's Enterprises is a world wide car company. What happens is we get a car which is half made and get the design for it and we work on the design and make up extra luxury things to put in, figure out how to make it work discuss it with the designer. If the designer likes the new touches we finish making the car and we get a good cut of the price when the car goes on the market.
I work for my dad, and he treats me like all the other workers at work and at home it's like I don't even exist. He never really wanted me, and all he does is complain I can't do anything right. It used to really upset me until I stopped caring. Now he just ignores me mot of the time, apart from when I max out my cards.
It's not my fault I just can't seem to stop shopping; shopping is one thing that I enjoy and cheers me up at the same time. I do enjoy designing cars my self but it only upsets me. I only build the cars and get bossed around by my brother, who may I add is the manager, with only my dad above him and Drake the arse whole of a designer.
I looked back at the most beautiful dress I have ever seen... It's on sale!!! I ran to the window and then sighed, it's almost 2 weeks wages and that's without paying my board and gas. I only got my wages and a mechanics wage isn't that great, my board and gas takes up practically all of it and dad has cancelled my cards because I maxed them out in 4 months. No Rach, you can't have it it's too much!!! I forced myself to walk away.
I walked out of the mall and to the car; I had left the roof down since it was such a nice day. I know what you're thinking, it can't be that bad if I've got a convertible, but it was my brother's. He rote it off 4 years ago racing and it was a mess; he called me at work and told me to get the tow truck. He was going to send it to the scrap yard but I said 'Can I have it; I want to try to fit it up,' he gave me a look out of the corner of his eye, debating weather to or not. Knowing he would never give it to me unless he thought I could never fix it up I added, 'It's gonna be hard, but you know how much I like a challenge!' and grinned. He knew how I would throw a tantrum if I couldn't do anything, so he couldn't help himself. He grinned and threw the car keys at me, 'IF,' he emphasized on the if, 'you can get it going you can have it.' When I smiled his grin grew larger, then he chuckled and walked away. Result, I will fix this car if it's the last thing I do! I promised myself.
Danny, my brother, listened out for the sound of me throwing the spanner across the garage for months, but I never did. I was patient and when ever I couldn't do anything I would simply stop and try again the next day. It took me years to fix it, it was in a terrible state and I couldn't always secretly pinch the parts from the garage so I had to order them. My dad wasn't happy that Danny gave me his car but he also believed that I could never fix it.
Mum was supportive; she always told me I could do anything if I put my mind to it and she once told me that deep down my dad is worried that I will actually fix it, and boy he was not happy when I eventually got it going. Mum knew how Dad and Danny made me feel, and she felt sorry for me, I could see it in her eyes, but she would never tell Dad what she thought of it.
My heart slowed down thinking about it, so I snapped out of it and put the bags in the car. I shut the boot and then looked in my bag for my pure because I needed to buy some diesel... it wasn't in there. Shit! I've left it in the shop, and its closing and I don't have enough diesel to get home. I looked at my watch; the mall closes in five minutes.