My name is Layla Lewis. I am a very happy girl with a very fortunate life. I live with my best friend, Adeline Parker, in a 4-story apartment. I work as a psychologist in Chicago, Illinois.
I awake to the sound of Adeline yelling at me. Every morning, she wakes me up by yelling my full name.
"Layla Lynn Lewis!"
"What?"
"Wake up! It's time for work."
I trudge to my bathroom, strip down my pajamas, and get in the shower. 20 minutes later, I'm in my clothes for work. Black dress pants, cream-colored ruffled shirt, navy blue blazer, and black heels.
I eat my Nature Valley granola bar and grab my car keys. When I walk out the door, a breeze of fresh air hits me.
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Work is the norm. People with their problems and I have to help them. Blah, blah, blah. When I'm finished with work, I text Adeline and ask her if she wants to go out.
Me: Hey girl. You wanna get some dinner at Panera Bread?
Adeline: Sure. It's a Friday anyway. I could go for some Panera Bread.
Me: Cool. See you there.
I head towards my BMW and get in. It's snowing a little hard so I drive slow. I head towards the freeway when I don't see the truck beside me. Before I know it, the truck hits me and I fall into a ditch.
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Meet Me in the Coffee Shop
General FictionWARNING: CRINGE-WORTHY MATERIAL Layla Lewis is a normal girl with a perfect life. She has a great job and a best friend, living in their luxurious apartment. Only one thing is missing. She wants to love and be loved. When she finds an empty desert a...
