Author: locoe PM
It was just a crappy day... and it went ALL downhill from there.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 6 - Words: 7,607 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-15-09 - Published: 03-04-09 - id: 2643093
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It was a crappy day, one of the worst days of my life.
I walked to my black Jaguar, half-expecting the car to be dented. Just to make the day worse than it was already.
I put my coffee on the hood of my car. Hopefully I won't forget it again. Last time I put it on the hood of the car, I forgot it and it spilled all over.
You know why it was a crappy day? I had a damn perfect relationship with this really hot guy at school and he told me to meet him at Starbucks because he wanted to talk to me about things. He told me that we should just be friends and settle this boyfriend and girlfriend stuff. He wanted to take a break from meeting girls. (I bet that he was probably cheating on me.) We broke up over a cup of steaming hot mocha in a crowded place. Just perfect. Whatever, it's not like I'm ever seeing him again.
"Hey! Sabrina! Come back!" Ellen, my best friend, was running towards me. It wasn't my fault that she had a perfect boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Everything was going "well" for her. Maybe she'll know that pain I'm going through. Maybe she'll experience the pain I've went through. The hate for that kind of perfect relationship clouded my eyes in a red film. I shook it away, I should be happy for her. Then why I'm I so angry at her? I rolled my eyes.
"Go away!" I hissed though my teeth. I sped-walked away from her and towards the car. I flipped my brown hair over my shoulder automatically, like I always do when I was mad.
"Some one is having a crappy day." Ellen smirked. She always liked laughing at me, not that it was funny right now.
Her pearly whites were a complete contrast to her black hair. I always thought that her hair was so black that it turned blue sometimes. I was really jealous of her. Especially right now, at this moment in time.
"I said GO AWAY!" I screamed at her. It was a good thing that Corona del Mar, the place of sunny beaches, was a great tourist destation and there was enough chatting that it masked my yelling.
"What happened back there?" she asked ignoring the demand. She always liked ignoring people, no matter the demand.
I stepped in the Jaguar and slammed the door of the car. I might have chipped the paint for all I knew. I stabbed the key into the slot and turned the car on. The car roared to life. Ellen stepped back, afraid of being run over. I backed out, and drove away, stomping on the gas pedal. People on the street jumped away and their eyes bored into me. I didn't flinch; I knew that my windows weren't see-through.
I really did hate it when the tourist stared at me, my house, or my cars. Yes, they are actually dumb enough to believe that I am a movie star! What can I say? They don't really know the area.
Awww, no! I forgot the coffee! The dark brown mocha was spattered all over the window. I ground my teeth. I'm going to the car wash, again, hopefully not another time this week.
I sped away on the freeway, looking for a car wash. Squinting into the little hand-held GPS, I saw one! I exited and pulled into the carwash. I handed a twenty to the cashier and he took it greedily. I drove into the machine, finally getting away from the crowds.
I relaxed and sifted through the memories of the relationship, massaging my temples. Wow, that car wash was pretty fast. Did it really clean the whole car? Whatever. I drove out of the carwash and slammed onto the gas. The Jaguar leaped forward and snarled at me.
I started to go towards the mall, shopping always calms me. I messaged my temples; this was the worst day of my life.
Wait; maybe I shouldn't go, everyone staring at me like that. No. Not now.
This is the worst day of my life. Period. How was this even possible?
Angered by these unfortunate events, I drove like a driver in the Daytona back home.
I screeched into the pass code, super protected garage filled with all the expensive cars and closed the garage door as quickly as it could. I turned on the florescence lights. The light flickered on and I saw that all the cars were where they were supposed to be. The Lamborghini in the right corner…the Ferrari in the back…good…great…no cars missing.
I slammed the door on the garage, leaned my back to the door that led to the garage and slid down into a ball. I sobbed for five minutes, rocking myself on the floor. Back and forth. Back and forth. At last, the drama was just starting.
Then I stood up and held my head high; a voice inside of me said Oh, he's a nobody. I'm going to be just fine without him.
Another voice contradicted my other thought. He was the perfect guy! Go get him back, Sabrina! You can do it!
It was like a battle between the little angel on your right shoulder and the little devil on your left shoulder.
Instead, I ignored the little angel and devil's demands.
Hopefully, there are no more parties for another few weeks; I'm done being the hostess' daughter. My mom is a party planner, for every single reason, she needs a party. For instance, one time we had a party, just because we built our pool.
I moped into the kitchen and grabbed a something out of the fridge. I grabbed the first thing I saw, vanilla cake from last night. Apparently, everyone liked it because it there was only a sliver of cake left. Perfect. Just enough to survive the afternoon. Mmm-hmm. Yummylicious!
Well, at least this made me forget my troubles…
I saw a mirror on the wall. I looked at myself. I looked miserable. I had puffy red eyes from crying; my brown hair, that used to be flat and sleek, was frizzed and frayed. I looked like a nightmare. I could have scared myself, not know who I was.
I went to my room. It was my favorite place in the mansion because it had a balcony that had the best view of the Pacific Ocean. I grabbed a comb and started to tug it through my hair. After about ten miutes of brushing, I was finally satisfied with the result. I wiped my eyes and started to sit on my bed, thinking over things and about life.
After a while, my eyelids started drooping; my heart and breathing rate slowed. And at last, contented with thought and filled with cake, I fell into the heavy arms of Sleep.