Chasing After You

Chapter 1

I wake up feeling fresh. I just moved to Detroit a few weeks ago and I'm finally unpacked other than a few odds and ends and I finally start my new job today. I'm really nervous because I don't know anybody and I don't make friends very easily, everyone says that I'm a huge bitch.

I get up out of my queen size bed and fold the covers gently over it making the bed. I slowly rub my eyes and when I take my hands off my eyes I realize that I forgot to take my mascara off from yesterday so I probably look like a raccoon.

I walk into the bathroom that's in my bedroom and I look in the mirror and stare and at the mascara under my eyes. I turn on the tap and begin to splash water on my face trying to get the mascara off. It finally comes off after a few minutes of rubbing my face with water. I go over and sit on the toilet to go pee. After that I look in the mirror again and take my hair out of my bun, it takes a few minutes because of how long my hair is. I finally succeed and my long, thick, dark brown hair flows down to my butt. I take my brush and trudge through it probably ripping out about 1000 strands. My hair is finally all brushed and I look around find an elastic and throw my wavy hair into a quick messy bun. I open the cabinet behind the mirror and grab my makeup bag, I take out my concealer and put in under my eyes trying to cover up my dark bags, I also color in my brows arching them perfectly and I put on a little mascara.

I go back into my bedroom and walk over to my night table and grab my phone and finally look at the time for the first time this morning. It's 7:32am. I still have about 30 minutes to get ready, I don't start work until 8:30 and it's a 15 minute drive there. I walk over to my dresser and the end of my bed and grab a pair of black legging, a white, loose, v-neck t-shirt and, a dark blue cardigan. I take my time to get dressed and I then walk out of my bedroom into the kitchen and grab a bowl of cheerios for breakfast, I eat quickly because it is already 7:56am and I don't want to be late on my first day of work. I grab my phone, charger and few other necessities and throw them in my purse. I put on my black vans and quickly walk out the door.

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After 15 minutes of driving I finally arrive at my work. I walk into the building and I see so many girls. I guess I'm so distracted by all the people that I accidentally run into someone and their coffee spills all over my white shirt causing it to be become see through. Everyone hears the coffee spill and the other person drop their things so they all turn around and start to stare. Everyone is now staring at me for what seems like forever After the long silence other than the whispers and a few laughs. Finally some girl in a tight, short, black dress begins to walk over to me. The dress hugs her curves as she sways her hips while she walks towards me. I can hear her high heels click against the floor as she walks. She finally reaches me.

"Hi, I'm Anita. You're the new chick right?" She says with so much enthusiasm but also some attitude.

"Y-yeah, I uh just moved here. I uh, hi, I mean my name is uh-"

"Come on hunny spit it out. It's your name it's not that hard." She cuts me off.

"Yeah right, sorry, I'm Lyla" I finally manage to spit out.

"See, was it that hard?" She voices. "Here, follow me. I'll show you around." She begins to sashay her large hips as she walk away. She gets about 5 feet in front of me when she turns around. "Are you coming? She questions. I look at her then I look around me at all the people still staring. I guess I have no choice but to follow.

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Anita gives me a tour of the building and it is surprisingly big, they are 5 floors and the stairs kill me. She then takes me to my office and she starts to help me unpack.

"So where'd you move here from?" She asks.

"I used to live in New York, Monticello, but then I moved to Hollywood when I was 22, and I lived there for 4 years but then I got a better job offer here so I moved. Plus I've always wanted to check out Detroit, there's so many cool things here." I respond and I could tell she was just looking for a short answer but I'm known for talking a lot, so.