"And what are you doing here??" The waiter yelled at me.
I opened my eyes and I felt so dizzy.
"Get up!!" He yelled again.
"Don't you know who you are talking to??!" I responded completely drunk.
"And who are you supposed to be??"
"I'm Cora. Or are you so dumb that you do not know I model for this restaurant and my photo is boldly displayed on your banner out side!!!"
"Cora??? I think the drink you had has been getting into your head."
I scoffed.
"Can you please get out!!!"
"May I see the manager??"
"Why??"
"To get you fired. You're going beyond your limits." I gasped.
He laughed.
"Mr Mark!!! Someone wants to see you!!" He yelled.
"Who??" He asked as he walked towards our direction.
"Her." He pointed his hands at me.
"What is it??" Mr Mark asked.
"Can you believe what he did???"
"Pardon??" Mr Mark asked.
"He insulted my personality and my standards and made me feel like I don't know who I am"
"Get her out of here. She's drunk" Mark walked away.
"I can't believe you are walking out on me Mark!!!" I yelled.
Before I could even blink, I've already been thrown out of the restaurant already. What is actually going on here?? I couldn't pick my car key or even my hand bag. I'm completely stranded.
I raised my hands to rub my eyes cause they were kinda itchy but my hands look different. My skin color changed. My skin had some bruises and they aren't even as smooth as they used to be.
I continually starred at my hands and I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Or is it because I'm drunk??
I galloped as I walked towards the car next to me and starred at myself through the side mirror and who I was seeing wasn't me.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" I screamed.
"What's wrong??" A guy walked towards me.
He held me by my shoulder then I passed out.
I regained consciousness and I felt so weak.
"Arghh" I groaned.
"Are you fine??" The same guy asked.
I got up and the room I was seemed so bright. The light got into my eyes.
I nodded.
I quickly got up and and ran towards the mirror. Maybe I was seeing things this morning cause I was drunk. But it was still the same. I can still find myself in this worthless body.
"What's going on??"
"Is anything wrong??" He asked.
"Do you know anything about Cora Adams??" I asked just trying to figure out what exactly is going on here.
"I heard she died in a car accident last night. It's all over the news."
"That can't happen. It's not possible. I'm Cora I just don't know why I look like this!!!"
He laughed.
"I think you need more rest."
"I'm not kidding. I know what I'm saying. Ask me anything about her swears I'm gonna tell you.!!"
"What's Cora's favorite food??"
"I don't have a favorite."
"There's no point in this. I'm sure you have done more than enough fundings about her."
This whole thing is running me crazy. How could I have died last night and still be standing here?? Or is this some sort of prank?? I don't really understand why I look like this. This isn't me!!!!