What if you had to live all of your entire teenage years over again? For Corin, she woke up one morning and all of a sudden, she was twelve years old, again! Every two weeks she becomes a year older. Will she make the same choice, will she hang with the same people, and will she ever get back to her normal 25-year-old self?
The setting of our story begins as such, it was night like any other, the weather was good, the temperature a nice seventy-five. The sky had turned dark several hours before and the stars shown bright in the clear sky.
Corin, a successful twenty-five year old executive, was just arriving at her apartment. She shut off her car, pulled the keys out of the ignition, grabbed her purse and briefcase from the backseat of the car, and stepped quickly out of the tiny blue sports car. The car had been a gift to her self after her last promotion. It was just her style, small, cute, and very expensive.
She stepped into the apartment building and smiled at the man working security for the night. "How's it going Bob," she asked with a big smile and a wave.
"Oh it's fine," the man replied back with a smile. He sat with his feet propped up against the counter and in front of him was several security monitors, but he was known to doze of a time or two throughout the night. Some people throughout the building would say he even slept with one eye opened just to keep from loosing his job.
Corin stepped quickly to the elevators. Once inside she pushed the button for the seventh floor and waited impatiently. Patience was something she had never been known for having. She liked structure, rules, normalcy, and things to be done quickly and accurately. 'Why waste time,' she always told people. She was a strict businesswoman who wouldn't settle for anything less than perfection.
The elevator made on last clicking sound and Corin stepped off quickly. Taking out the key to her apartment, she opened the door and quickly stepped into the almost dark apartment. She hung up her coat on the coat rack and flipped off her high-heeled shoes. Flipping on a light switch, she moved to set her stuff down in the living room.
'I need a hot bath and a really good sleeping pill,' she told herself as began to unbutton the top two buttons on her black business suit. Taking the clip out of her hair, she let her long red curls fall gently wherever they may.
She then went to kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Pulling out a bottle of wine and then setting it on the counter she poured a small amount into a glass that she found in the dishwasher. She sipped slowly as she moved towards the living room once again.
Sitting down on the couch with her feet up, she sank into the cushions and the softness of the couch. 'What I wouldn't give for a vacation,' she told herself. Corin closed her eyes and pictured the ocean for a moment; it had been so long since she had seen the water the image was slightly fuzzy. Then the image became more real when she saw herself sipping margaritas with a handsome bar tender standing next to her. The man immediately dropped what he was holding and gathered her into his arms. Ravaging her with kisses, they rolled on the sand, breathing heavily, their bodies…
Corin's cell phone began beeping letting her know someone had called and like always she had missed the call. She was far to busy to answer petty unimportant calls.
With a grumble, she moved to find the phone. The phone ended up being in the bottom of her bag and it took her several minutes to find it. She punched a few buttons and then listened to the two voice mails she had.
Message 1: "Corin this is your mother! I hope you still know who I am, remember me I gave birth to you. Anyway, I was just calling to check on you, it has been at least two weeks since you have called. It's late so why don't you just call me back tomorrow, maybe we can plan a time for you to come and see us. I know you don't like it much here, but well maybe you can make an exception for your deal old mother."
Message 2: Hey Corin it's Eric, I hate to do this, but I can't seem to get a hold of you any other way. I called the office, but they said you were in a meeting, like always. Anyway, the reason I called was to let you know that I am moving. I am tired of New York City; there is nothing here that excites me anymore. I know long distance relationships never work, so maybe we should just call it quits for a while. I hate to do this to you, but your work was interfering with our relationship. I never see you anymore. I need someone who will love me completely, and be there for me, I am sorry."
Corin closed the phone and held it in the palm of her hand. Shutting her eyes, she prayed for strength. She wished now that she had let the messages go and continued with her dream. She knew the break was inevitable and she most likely had seen it coming, but it was still hard to let go. Eric was the person she had always dreamed of marrying; he was good looking, had money and he had the best sense of humor. It was hard keeping a relationship thriving when one person was working seventy hours a week.
She went back to the couch and snuggled close to the soft pillows. Curling into a ball, she let herself drift into a deep sleep, where there were no bosses, no break ups, and especially no hard work.
Well this is just the beginning. I hope you like it and please review! After my last story I couldn't stay away for long. This idea had been bouncing around in my head for several weeks and so i decided to go with it... Enjoy!