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Chapter 1
Christine
I usually like Sundays. They remind me of the beach, the creeping laziness of everyone around me and of course my good-for-nothing friends!
But I guess today wasn't the usual Sunday if I was rushing off to do a job interview. Yeah, a job interview on a Sunday!
How odd is that?
But since I am extremely desperate to earn some living I gave the green signal through mail yesterday morning. The reply was instant and stated very clearly about being punctual for the required interview.
'Damn!' I swore hopping on one leg as I struggled to pull the neatly ironed trousers over my flabby legs. Its one of the downsides of putting on clothes without drying yourself off first, but I couldn't care less about it right now.
"Christine!" my Grandma's voice chimed through the kitchen downstairs.
"I am almost done grandma! Just few more seconds please!" I yelled back.
I glanced at the reflection in the mirror, frowning at the slight crinkle on my soft sky blue shirt with its sleeves puffed to the sides. The black trousers that clung to my thin waist went well with it, even if they were hands-me-down. The hem of my shirt had small navy-blue flowers printed on it, giving it a more feminine touch and matched the color of my eyes.
It was a very cute design actually, the only piece of cloth that my Grandma had insisted on stitching for me. she really was the best when it came to hand-made shirts. Twirling around in front of the mirror, I removed the scrunchie holding my hair and left it open, hastily brushing it once to give it a wavy look and then I was off.
Jumping two steps at a time I managed to land on the floor in record time only to be stopped by my wobbly Grandma. She was a sweet little thing, with all her beauty still intact. The plastic models these days could definitely learn one-two tips from her on maintaining that flawless skin and slim eyebrows.
"Hey beautiful!" I teased, placing a quick peck on her pale cheek painted with some light makeup. She laughed and smacked my shoulder playfully.
"You look beautiful as well child." she answered. I rolled my eyes at the mention of 'child'.
"Grandma! I am twenty-one years old! Please stop treating me like some five year old sniffling kid!" I whined.
Truth be told, she was the only one who actually got to see my childish side. All those who knew me saw a strict and stern Christine who rarely smiled.
"Alright! Alright! I promise not to call you a child from tomorrow onwards." Grandma surrendered.
"Deal!" we shook hands like professional business women and I stepped outside the doorway.
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"Shit!" I swore the second time today.
The only bus capable of whisking me to the Brookswood Company gate on time, passed by my eyes turning around the corner and disappearing into the crowded traffic, while I ran behind it trying to communicate with the bus-driver in sign language.
How was I supposed to reach my destination with only ten minutes at hand?
My left-hand found its way to my mouth and I began to chew my nails. It was a childhood bad habit that my body refused to let go. I watched the vehicles zooming by as I stood stalk still on the sidewalk. A wave of panic was beginning to set in and my legs shook slightly.
"Taxi!" I hollered waving frantically at the car trying to grab the driver's attention. The people on the sidewalk stared at my weird gestures with curious eyes but I ignored them and continued with my hand motions.
My prayers were answered as the car slowed down to a stop in front of me and the passenger door opened. The aged driver gave me a crooked smile showcasing his toothless gums beckoning me to take a seat.
I breathed a sigh of relief and climbed into the smelly vehicle.
"Where should I drop you Miss?'
"24th Foyer Street please!" I replied, my face flushed and sweaty. My make-up, though negligible was fast fading due the beads of sweat running down the side of my face. I sighed.
First the bus and now this...my luck didn't seem to be supporting me today.
I glanced at my watch again and groaned silently. The time read 9:55 AM, which meant I had only five minutes before the start of the interview. I stared at the passing buildings wondering how much longer it would take to reach the assigned place.
"Foyer Street Miss!" the driver announced in a squeaky voice. I jumped off the taxi and placed the money in his outstretched hands.
"Miss you forgot the change!" the driver shouted waving the extra wad of notes I had placed in his hands by mistake, but I was already running towards the glass doors of the building.
God! I hope I am not late!
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