Seira
I found myself sitting on a chair behind a table outside C.W's office.
The hallway seems to be empty and silent and a mountain of documents sneaked its way on top of my desk.
'It wasn't there a second ago', I thought to myself, shrugged, and proceeded my work of segregating.
I was about to touch the topmost paper on the pile when suddenly C.W emerged from under the desk.
"Seira! You're late!" C.W screamed at me, so close to my face that I noticed both of her eyebrows halfway shaven at the ends and I felt myself scream along with her.
"Seira! You monkey bitch! Whatever a female monkey is called! Get out of here so I can kick your ass!" my eyes immediately opened at the sound of banging and I as I try getting up, I was met with the fact that I was sleeping on my bed with my legs dangling from the floor.
A small groan came from behind me and I raised my head only to see the angelic face of my best friend who is curled comfortably lying on the center of my bed while I was hanging on the edge and quite possibly have the symptoms of a stiff neck and numb legs.
The door pounded once more and the events from last night came back to me.
My eyes widen in realization as I remembered the revenge/prank we pulled on Georgia and hastily grab a hold of Leo's hands and pulled his figure off my bed with all my newfound strength brought by panic due to my sister's thirst for possible head pummeling.
Leo's body landed on a floor with a thud and thank God it woke him up because I am sure I won't be able to carry him on my back while jumping out my window.
Luckily, our house only has two floors, and unluckily my room is on the second floor and there is nothing we could climb on to get down safely.
"Seira! If you don't open the door right now, I will ask Mrs. Goldberg for the spare key!" Georgia yelled outside the door and tried to twist the locked doorknob open at the same time, then she stopped, clearly losing her patience and set forth to grab the spare key of doom.
I thank God for another small miracle and turned my body towards the window and realized I spoke too soon.
"God, this would be a good time to grow a tree outside my window," I pleaded my request to the heavens above. "If you do, I promise I would be a good girl and not change the channel every Sunday when a mass is being broadcasted," I added a sacrifice just to strengthen my appeal.
I closed my eyes and waited for a miracle but instead of a growing tree, I heard the growing sounds of my sister's footsteps slowly nearing my room and Leo's growing curiosity of what is going on.
I ignored Leo and started to push him towards the window with his cries of protest.
"Stop pushing me out the window! You're crazy!" he protested as he gripped the window frames.
"NO, my sister is getting bat-shit crazy outside, so if you want to live, trust me and jump out the window!" I screamed as I tried with all my effort to push him outside.
He must have remembered the prank we did on Georgia last night because he was already on the air and on the other side of the window.
I heard the door click and abandoned all my thoughts of fear and jumped.
It was an uncomfortable feeling, jumping out the window with all the adrenaline coursing through my veins and the painful and uncomfortable feeling of landing on the ground with only a pair of bunny slippers separating my feet from the ground.
"Ouch!" I grimaced and run across the yard to Leo's car in which inside he is waving his hand, gesturing me to get in his car.
I took the seat beside the driver's seat and peered through the glass and watched as the fuming form of my sister from my window gets little and little as we drive away from my house.
My stomach growled and I looked at my appearance in the mirror.
I groaned, "I'm hungry and I look like a hobo attacked by a fashion tornado. I can't go to work looking like this."
Leo turned to my direction and guffawed as he evidently found my situation funny.
I crossed my arms to my chest and glared at him, "At least my morning breath doesn't smell like dead rat with smelly paws."
"At least I'm not wearing pink bunny slippers to work," he retorted.
My response to that was, "Like that is much worse compared to your morning breath."
"Plus I'm not going to work without a bath, we're stopping at your place," I added and acted as if I am the owner of his apartment.
"Bossy aren't you? You're lucky I'm your best friend or I would just leave you to your murderous sister to fight for your life," he replied.
I snorted, "YOU'RE lucky I'm honest enough to tell you your morning breath stinks!"
"Oh, yeah? How about you smell this then?" Leo reached to where I was sitting and purposely released a breath directly at my face.
I giggled and pushed him back on his seat, "You idiot, focus on the road!"
Once we arrived at his apartment I immediately started on my morning rituals that I'll be able to with the things he has on his apartment and became devastated on the fact that I got no spare clothes or a pair of shoe.
As disgusting as it is, after I bathe I reused my underwear and my pants, because Leo is only able to provide me with his t-shirt that I inserted inside my pants because it's too big and a pair of slippers.
I look like a slob but as they say, 'Beggars can't be choosers' and instead of worrying about wearing the same outfit twice, not getting inside the building because of my slippers and getting late, I only get to worry about two of those things.
And speaking of being late, I am almost late for work and screamed at Leo to hurry his ass up because I remember C.W threatening to fire me yesterday if I come late to work again.
Thankfully, Leo and I work at the same company and I don't get to worry about looking for a ride.
Before we arrived at the company's parking lot, I insisted that I get off really quickly on the building's front door and left Leo to park his car on the parking lot under the building.
While I was approaching the front door, I tried fixing my hair and my over-sized shirt and tried to look as normal as possible going to work without anyone noticing that I am wearing slippers.
I am sure it's against company policy to wear slippers at work and I am sure it is also mandatory to wear the company I.D in order to be recognized by the security guard and let me in, and thankfully I didn't take off my clothes yesterday and left my I.D pinned on my shirt.
And as embarrassing as the photo I have on my I.D it is still better than being fired.
So, as gracefully as I could, I neared the sleepy security guard and hatched my diversion in a form of small-talk to distract him away from my feet.
"Good morning, Mr. Security Guard sir! Good job for keeping the building safe from OPPORTUNITY SEEKING thieves, erm...thieves," I casually opened a conversation to engage the security guard on and prevent him from looking at my slippers.
Noticeably happy and evidently pleased at himself, he took off his hat and bowed as I jumped on my feet and hid behind the security guard post to avoid my slippers being seen.
The security guard was almost going to say something when I showed him my I.D and ran as fast as I can to the open elevators.
I could worry about being rude and apologize to the good security guard later and worry about me being late and fired right now.
The elevator floors seemed to go on forever and I can't stand the boring and awkward elevator music that made me feel anxious and impatient that effectively started again the furious tapping of my feet on the elevator floor.
When the elevator doors opened, I squeezed my way through the people closer to the elevator doors and dashed my way to C.W's office.
I reached the office in record time as I only have 1 minute left before I am finally considered late.
I knocked on the door while I was composing myself and catching my breath and when C.W didn't answer, I bravely twisted the doorknob and found it locked.