Post by blatentlyobvious on Sept 8, 2008 23:52:22 GMT -5
So, I haven't written in the longest time. Well, I haven't written on here on the longest time. To let anyone who's reading this know, I have about four fics going right now, all in notebooks, yet to make it onto my computer.
I am literally aching to get feedback on this so please please please let me know what you think. If you have ANY suggestions later on (should I post anymore) you HAVE to let me know. Thanks guys, please enjoy.
<3
Sometimes, I hate going to work. Actually, most of the time, I hate going to work. I know what’s coming, and that's what worries me. Honestly, I don't know how my Aunt can deal with it every day. I guess I'm lucky that I only work four days a week. I always take Fridays off, that gives me a nice day to breathe. But from Monday through Thursday, its pure suffocation, the excruciating moments when my mental process is in limbo, phone calls left and right, clients phoning constantly throughout the day. I hardly have one minute to blink and by the time the day is over, and Tina and I crawl into the car, I'm calming my temper or trying to keep my body from shutting down or worrying about projects or getting mentally prepared for the next day.
Wednesday morning and I'm getting ready to go through it again, for the second last time this week.
I live in my Aunt's house, with her and my Mom, Heather. When my parents split up five years ago, we moved out here and settled in with Tina. My dad stayed in Boston. He runs a software company there. When I fly out every few months, I stay at his condo with my step-mom, Susan, and my step-brother Graham. Graham's only twelve years old, but he's such a smart, social kid. He really looks like Susan and he's taken fondly to my dad and I. Susan and Dad have been married for three and a half years now; Mom never remarried. She always said she was happier single. She's definitely different. She had the married life and it wasn't for her. It wasn't that she regretted having me and Sam (my older sister), she didn't, but she just didn't want to be in a marriage.
I threw on a pretty baby-pink sleeveless blouse and a pair of size 8 grey khakis. I slipped on my black peep-toed sling backs and pulled on my short-sleeve tweed jacket. Ready to go, I decided to wait in the kitchen for Tina. Mom surprised me being up this early. Normally she sleeps late. It didn't really look like she had slept much at all. There were dark circles under her eyes, Her glasses were a little crooked and hanging on the tip of her nose. Her hair, blonde with streaks of silver was a little unruly. I’m thankful for the soft blonde color passed to me from her, but often enough I found myself worrying about prematurely graying like her.
"Good morning." I said, hardly able to draw her attention away from her laptop, long enough for more than a smile
"I'm glad you're up!" She said as though me going to work at this hour was something new. "I want you to proof this." I groaned.
"Mom, I love your writing, but come on. As soon as Tina gets out of the bathroom I want to get out of here." I explained. She looked disheartened when she glanced at her screen, then back to me.
"Okay. Another time I guess." She sighed. I rolled my eyes.
"Email it to me and I will read it as soon as I can, okay?" I bargained. Her eyes lit up. I smiled and filled my bottle with ice cold water from the tap. Tina sauntered into the kitchen, glanced at Mom, then me, and I threw her a look.
As soon as we were in the car, I blasted the radio in the Camry. Tina looked annoyed, so I turned it way down. Justin Timberlake's Lovestoned just started and it was one of my favorites, but I didn't want to piss off my Aunt first thing in the morning.
"What was Heather doing up so early?" She asked as we turned out of the driveway. I watched as we passed two little girls on their beautiful, silver, vintage bikes. I wished that was me. I used to ride everyday, until I graduated high school and I had to get a grip on reality. They just looked like they were having so much fun, racing each other. I sighed.
"More of her book. You think she slept at all?" I asked. I imagined Mom, up all night writing about horrible terrors and scaring herself out of sleep.
"Didn't look like it. Maybe she was on a roll and couldn't stop." She theorized.
"Maybe."
There was a break in conversation as Tina drove twenty under the limit through the morning rush. When we pulled up to the building, we still had nothing to say. It wasn't that we didn't want to talk to each other, it was just one of those mornings.
“You think it’s going to be a good day?” I asked quietly as Tina got the door.
“I hope so sweetie.” I rolled my head back and journeyed in.
I am literally aching to get feedback on this so please please please let me know what you think. If you have ANY suggestions later on (should I post anymore) you HAVE to let me know. Thanks guys, please enjoy.
<3
Sometimes, I hate going to work. Actually, most of the time, I hate going to work. I know what’s coming, and that's what worries me. Honestly, I don't know how my Aunt can deal with it every day. I guess I'm lucky that I only work four days a week. I always take Fridays off, that gives me a nice day to breathe. But from Monday through Thursday, its pure suffocation, the excruciating moments when my mental process is in limbo, phone calls left and right, clients phoning constantly throughout the day. I hardly have one minute to blink and by the time the day is over, and Tina and I crawl into the car, I'm calming my temper or trying to keep my body from shutting down or worrying about projects or getting mentally prepared for the next day.
Wednesday morning and I'm getting ready to go through it again, for the second last time this week.
I live in my Aunt's house, with her and my Mom, Heather. When my parents split up five years ago, we moved out here and settled in with Tina. My dad stayed in Boston. He runs a software company there. When I fly out every few months, I stay at his condo with my step-mom, Susan, and my step-brother Graham. Graham's only twelve years old, but he's such a smart, social kid. He really looks like Susan and he's taken fondly to my dad and I. Susan and Dad have been married for three and a half years now; Mom never remarried. She always said she was happier single. She's definitely different. She had the married life and it wasn't for her. It wasn't that she regretted having me and Sam (my older sister), she didn't, but she just didn't want to be in a marriage.
I threw on a pretty baby-pink sleeveless blouse and a pair of size 8 grey khakis. I slipped on my black peep-toed sling backs and pulled on my short-sleeve tweed jacket. Ready to go, I decided to wait in the kitchen for Tina. Mom surprised me being up this early. Normally she sleeps late. It didn't really look like she had slept much at all. There were dark circles under her eyes, Her glasses were a little crooked and hanging on the tip of her nose. Her hair, blonde with streaks of silver was a little unruly. I’m thankful for the soft blonde color passed to me from her, but often enough I found myself worrying about prematurely graying like her.
"Good morning." I said, hardly able to draw her attention away from her laptop, long enough for more than a smile
"I'm glad you're up!" She said as though me going to work at this hour was something new. "I want you to proof this." I groaned.
"Mom, I love your writing, but come on. As soon as Tina gets out of the bathroom I want to get out of here." I explained. She looked disheartened when she glanced at her screen, then back to me.
"Okay. Another time I guess." She sighed. I rolled my eyes.
"Email it to me and I will read it as soon as I can, okay?" I bargained. Her eyes lit up. I smiled and filled my bottle with ice cold water from the tap. Tina sauntered into the kitchen, glanced at Mom, then me, and I threw her a look.
As soon as we were in the car, I blasted the radio in the Camry. Tina looked annoyed, so I turned it way down. Justin Timberlake's Lovestoned just started and it was one of my favorites, but I didn't want to piss off my Aunt first thing in the morning.
"What was Heather doing up so early?" She asked as we turned out of the driveway. I watched as we passed two little girls on their beautiful, silver, vintage bikes. I wished that was me. I used to ride everyday, until I graduated high school and I had to get a grip on reality. They just looked like they were having so much fun, racing each other. I sighed.
"More of her book. You think she slept at all?" I asked. I imagined Mom, up all night writing about horrible terrors and scaring herself out of sleep.
"Didn't look like it. Maybe she was on a roll and couldn't stop." She theorized.
"Maybe."
There was a break in conversation as Tina drove twenty under the limit through the morning rush. When we pulled up to the building, we still had nothing to say. It wasn't that we didn't want to talk to each other, it was just one of those mornings.
“You think it’s going to be a good day?” I asked quietly as Tina got the door.
“I hope so sweetie.” I rolled my head back and journeyed in.