Now that I have completely thrown myself to doom. How hard could it be to find a date with a 48hour range? The biggest comfort I could tell myself. Convince rather. I'm beautiful and would sure be lucky to find an intriguing fella. Hours fell down the line and honestly speaking, I might as well traded jobs with Dracula. I spent the whole start night worrying if I would ever find the right person. The perfect male with the exact description of dark-haired faired skin and green eyes that could transport you to a beautiful tea farm.
A view that will be much adorned from the depths of the clouds. I refreshed my words and Rouse was the one I described. He was a one-of-a-kind pest that crept into my mind and won't live despite the efforts made. The last time the cupid's arrow hit me was back then with Brad. That scoundrel is better off mentioned. Could be the curse from cupid once I cursed his abilities. Right now must be too late to prevent my words from traveling to Eros's ear.
I seemed to have jumped from one headache to another headache. And to think that my life was to be daises in a field. I hated the fact, I was using this App for matches. Mother did always I would lower my ego someday or someway. It was just bound to happen. And to think that no request came flying since hours ago. I felt like a desperate lady looking for love. Of course, the picture of an old lady with multiple cats alone in a Vegas lowest-rated apartment came to my head.
I'm no stranger to anxiety but the burning adrenaline from the app was extreme. Soon enough I'll be blowing my head off. My bloodshot wet eyes would narrate the rest of the night. A deadbeat Day sat on her comfy chair in the corner of her room. Surely, I made a recipe for zoning out from reality and teleported to a new peaceful land. Nothing like a whole disaster brewing up under your nose.
Firstly, I ran late. Two hours late to be exact. Was a complete serving of trash. At least I felt that way. Ran out of time so I considered splashing cold water on my skin as a bath. The huge challenge was the outfit change. As long as it was a dress a suit and heels, I was good to go. It's ironic the way my keys disappeared when I needed them the most. The one day I didn't stick to placing my keys on their natural habitat. That is the vintage table under the Monroe portrait in the middle of my bedroom.
Time itself contributed to my bumpy morning. I bet it snickered as it passed by at the speed of lightning. Who had time to look for the keys? A cab was my only refuge. My only hope is that no one noticed my absence. And the school bell rang. There went my marathon heels. My hateful luck. The only option left was to fix my hair in the girl's bathroom. Possibly as I hold on to my tears.
The woman in the mirror had crazy clown makeup. The icing on the cake is my wet hair and the top part of the suit. In the rush, I forgot my makeup, books basically everything I needed. I groaned and looked at the time. My class wouldn't be destroyed if they waited for a while. And then I hear a voice from the back. I stare at the reflection of the mirror."Miss Day!" A confused Maya approached me.
I was speechless to dare and explain the billions of reasons why I looked runner over by a truck."Rough Day huh!" She added. Can I blame her? It was far too obvious. The disgusting face was priceless. She was honest about it. Pretty grateful for her hand with the crazy Carol look.
No makeup, No problem. The black mascara. Every chemical or whatever professional in a rush doll look I did washed down the drain. My confidence was tested. I questioned it multiple times but that wasn't an alternative also. Since none between us had makeup. (Mainly cause Maya never wore any) I was left with exploring my bare face in public.
I was shaking. But yet still this was awaiting adventure to happen. If I in the end an ear-to-ear grin found its way to my face, I couldn't wait to see other's reaction." So...How does it look? And by the way, you are very pretty Miss Day." Might I add that this was the longest chit-chat with Maya? Felt pleasing to know that she was comfortable around my presence. I nod in agreement. Indeed I possessed decency in my outfit. She was a cheerleader that cheered me on. I never thought I needed such but the motive was achieved. My confidence boost rose to a hundred.
She invited me out in a pluperfect manner. The serving a butler would give his master. Her endearing self with her sublime smile held the door until she ensured that I stepped out. Once I did, I felt a huge boulder being lifted off my shoulders. She took my hand and wrapped it around her folded arm. Together we walked to our class.
The feel chill breeze hit my face. The wavelengths of bright warm light focused on my face. As usual, the class was noisy. But the unintended force applied while opening the door caused it to open in a loud bang. Sure enough to catch their attention. I bit my lip but everyone was busy getting showered by my typical ginger-head freckles.