The Art of Choosing

Chapter 1

For weeks now Autumn had been nauseous, had it been the food poisoning? Or simply the way her life had turned out?.

Up until this moment she had planned her life out in textbook style. She had this picture perfect life planned out with Winter, her picture perfect husband, picket fence, two cats, many bottles of wine, and no child care responsibilities.

However, as we know plans don't always.... go to plan.

Autumn had been siting in the office opposite Marjorie just listing to Marjorie mumble things under her breath about missing toast?

"First my toast now my appleteizer. Has the women got now boundaries?" Marjorie quips as she slams her appleteizer on her desk, pausing a moment realizing it's in her hand.

"Never mind I found it!" She says cheerfully.

Autumn longingly looks at Marjorie with a feeling she has truly never realized before, true fascination.... or admiration of the women sitting in front of her.

"What it is Autumn? Do I have a spider on my face?! Or worse?....Or is Mia or my mother here?" Marjorie panics as she notices Autumn staring at her.

Autumn smiles and just simply shakes her head as she leaves the office.

"Autumn do you seriously have to use the bathroom again?? You should really go to the doctors!" Marjorie screamed from the office as parent are doing the morning drop off.

Autumn makes a mental note to back off the AirUp bottle that Winter had gotten her a few days prior. She was truly peeing like a race horse.

Over the last few weeks Autumn had become very acquainted with the bathroom from the constant peeing to the random spurts of nausea. This time was different though, as she reached the bathroom her vision became hazy, her head started to spin and her ear began to ring. The next thing she heard was Marjorie calling out her name but she was unable to respond. Her voice sounded miles away yet her touch lingered, even in this state, Marjorie's touch still had the same effect.....butterflies. Marjorie's soft voice became powered by the sound of sirens and sudden heavy footsteps, followed by silence.