Now Playing: Circus: Britney Spears
I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins
Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break
I'm like a performer, the dance floor is my stage
Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same
EDITED 5/19/19 BY MundieORiley
Iris was just about done with people today.
"Jesus Christ on heaven high, can y'all move?"
If car traffic was bad, it couldn't be compared to foot traffic. The sidewalks were tiny, sure, but that didn't translate to 'stop walking altogether.' A woman walked past, intentionally pushing her shoulder against Iris', gifting her with a sour look, as though this situation was her fault.
Kick her ass, do it.
Too tired-shut up.
Coupled with her papers shuffled into a stack, along with her tearing computer bag strap, she was about to throw something, maybe at the woman. That would be nice.
You realize, the voice in her head teased, you could fly away. God, it's been forever since we've done that, don't you remember? The rush of adrenaline? The thrill? God, I miss it sometimes. All the time, actually. You got so boring, so damn responsible, but you know what I think? I think-
"Fuck off," she muttered back and readjusted the strap of her bag. The muscles on her shoulders were beginning to ache, and Iris popped her neck in an attempt to make the soreness go away.
But no. The voice extended the no, mocking her. Miss uptight and conventional over here had to get a normal job and a regular life. You understand you could've been hanging out with Ironman right? Let me spell it out for you: I-r-o-n-m-a-n.
I get it, now can you stop for one minute.
Instead of people shuffling forward, they were now scampering backward, almost trampling Iris. Screams broke out, and Iris tripped over a foot, crashing into the person behind her.
She crashed into a man this time, but he paid her no attention, didn't even help her up off her knees, he just ran. The papers in her hands ripped from her by a fierce wind, flew away.
"Shit, shit, shit. I needed those." Iris made a mad grab for them but missed.
The strap on her bag finally tore, and it sent her tumbling fully to the ground. More screams reached her ears, feet kicked at her ribs, and all Iris did was curl up on the ground into the fetal position and hope she wouldn't get stomped to death.
Her braid whipped at her face as the wind picked up, and Iris realized she wasn't being kicked at anymore- the panicked mass had fled.
She stood and reached for her bag. The papers were long gone, she couldn't even see them anymore. Thank God she had the backup of her column on her computer. But she'd have to print it in the office, which was not a fun task.
"Goddammit," she muttered, fingering the broken strap of her bag. "I have to get a new one of these." But it was fixable, she'd sown it together twice now with her shoddy patching skills.
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