I huff and puff, stalking to the elevator.
I stare at my phone screen.
4th floor. Room 24601.
I hear heels behind me.
I know the pitch of those tunes.
Addie.
I don't turn around.
The elevator dings.
I step inside, slowly turning around.
Addie and Oak awkwardly step in as well.
Dammit.
Addie presses the 4 button.
"Are you going to the party too, Charlotte?"
I nod, staring ahead.
She clears her throat.
Elevator music breaks the awkward silence.
A creaking sound comes from above our heads.
We stop.
We stop.
We STOP.
DAMMIT.
Addie fidgets around.
"Babe chillax. We'll be ok."
Oak wraps his tree arms around her.
I roll my eyes.
"Don't be salty because your man isn't here to hug you like mine."
Oak's mouth drops to his knees.
I ignore her comment.
Angry tears spring to my eyes.
I keep staring ahead.
The wall gets closer to my face.
Ok! Looking away from the wall now.
I turn to Oak, who seems to be the only decently sane person here.
"I'm going to call."
He presses the help button.
Addie breathes quickly and hysterically.
"Calm down babe."
I look at the ceiling.
That moves closer too.
Suddenly, the death trap starts moving again.
Addie takes more deep breaths.
When the door opens, I dash around a corner, take a minute to gather myself, text Lin to tell him I wasn't coming, and take the steps out of the building.
I'm not going in there.
CZYTASZ
New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
