'Buzz...Buzz...'' The alarm rang; it had been going on for more than five minutes now. It was pretty apparent at this point that Mary had no plans of waking up that morning. If anything, she despised getting up in the morning to the constant hustles and bustles that accompanied it. 'Humph, I hate mornings,' she said under a hushed tone. Getting through the days' activities had always shown a somewhat burdensome fashion to her. She never really appreciated the constant chirping of the birds or the neighbors' dogs constantly barking at every slight movement that occurs. Slowly and gently, making her way to the restroom, she couldn't help but ponder on what the day could hold for her. As she prepared herself for the day's work, she suddenly noticed an alarming feature about her eyes in the nearby mirror. For some strange reason, the pupils looked relatively larger than usual and gave off a mesmerizing glow. 'Well, that's weird,' she said to herself as she brushed off the unusual site from her mind taking it to be some morning effects.
The warm breeze accompanied by the lovely smell of the bakeries at Chaivre Street was one of the many sites that Mary looked forward to whenever she walked to the Publications Office where she worked. She was in the Newspaper department, and they just handled all the uprising news or small town talk that could be going around in the peaceful streets of Chevron Plains. Ah yes, who could overlook the ever-sweet nature of the people in the lovely town. With their warm smiles and tender attitudes. Indeed, it was the place to be even more so for someone seeking to escape the stress and burdens of their everyday activities. However, this lovely town seemed to have a terrible past written into it, ranging from cases of violent massacres to disease outbreaks and even a strange incident that led to the death of many but has no explanation, that is, for now. Well, all of these past events always seemed to drive Mary's inquisitive nature towards a thirst for excitement state.
She always enjoyed listening to the teacher during history lessons more than anything. At first glance, it seems like your average ambitious student is looking for a thrill in classes, but after close observations, one can see that she has a greater love for it than what most expect. Due to this fact, she had no other option than to go into the news agency. In her opinion, this was a means of getting first-hand information without any form of censorship of some sort. The town's publications office was constantly on the happenings that occurred, but of course, there's only so much that happens regularly in such a small town. This fact was also responsible for most of the town's folk involving in trading of various kinds. In all, Mary consistently comforted herself with her endless urge for 'drama'; but alas, that was not happening anytime soon.' Sorry I'm late ' she greeted as she made her way through those ever-welcoming stalls. 'Well, if it isn't our one and only Mary Liang. What took you so long; hope you weren't crawling around like a creep looking for another potential hit, if you know what I mean,' One of her co-workers teased as he patted her on the shoulder. 'Ha-ha, very funny, Josh; I just took a little more time than usual, ok. Nothing to worry about.' Josh was a man of really admirable quality, and he seemed to make a habit of pestering Mary's life by constantly teasing her. But they were on perfect terms other than that, especially since he was the first person she met when she had first started working there. 'Ok, that's enough frivolities now. Besides, I have a story to finish before this afternoon, so no more distractions.' And with that, she got a rather playful companion to get to work.
The office had been busy writing up articles and cover stories for the upcoming festival. Luckily, Mary was in charge of going through the suitable headings and picking out the mistakes or little kinks in their front page design. Suddenly, she began to have a strange sensation in her eyes, and feeling like it might be coming from the overuse of her spectacles, she decided to step out of the office for a bit, with permission, of course. 'Anything serious?' the director-in-charge asked. ' Na, just a little eye pain and all. I think it should be fine after a quick stretch though.' The director was an understanding man, so she had nothing to worry about in that case.
'Sure, no problem. It'll soon be lunch break anyway, so why not just use the extra break to pick me up some consumables on your way back' he asked with a cheerful grin on his face. 'No problem, boss,' she said as making her way to the streets. With the constant pattering of feet on the hard concrete ground coupled with the distant sounds of mysterious origins, Mary was finally able to get some air and clear her head from its pain. Making her way to a nearby field, she notices something at the corner of her eyes. There was an old lady who was frantically looking for something. Out of curiosity, she walks up to her in a bid to help this individual. 'Um, excuse me but is there a problem ma'am,' she asks in an attempt to get something helpful by aiding this woman. 'Jonathan is that you,' the woman said with a somewhat frazzled expression.' I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm not the boy you're looking for,' Mary exclaimed, trying to let loose of the woman's hold on her. 'No, you're my son, 'she said. 'You have his eyes ', and with that, she managed to get the woman to let go of her.' Jonathan!!!' the woman said faintly before she finally lost sight of her potential frazzled victim.
Breathing rapidly and trying to understand the events that just happened, Mary made her way to the bakery. She had always loved the tender way Mr. Bush made the dough at Like's, so that's where she headed. 'Ah, well, isn't our unique customer finally here for her afternoon break. How are you doing, Mary' the baker greeted with a warm smile. 'Good day, Mr. Bush; here for the usuals,' I replied, admiring the smell of the atmosphere. 'No problem, just wait a bit.' And with that, he went to prepare my usual afternoon orders. After a while, everything was ready, and I was on my leave, but then he stopped me midway. 'Hey, did you get new contacts or something? Your eyes look different.' 'No, not at all.' I answered with a rather questioning tone. I eventually made my way out of Chiavre street and back to the office. The day soon finished, and I quickly headed home. My eyes still hurt pretty bad, so I had to retire to bed relatively early than usual.