Everyday we wake up, put some clothes on and drink some coffee. That’s what I am doing every morning. Every fucking morning. Sorry for my language, but am not going to pretend I am an innocent flower cause I am not, maybe in a way but not exactly. The reason why I´ve started with the description of a morning is that everything starts with mornings. Mornings are supposed to represent the start, that’s why the morning thing. When I think about my life, I am like, it´s not that bad. To be honest, it is. I´ve had some up and downs, mostly the downs, one huge down, it´s name is Colin. We were dating for a month when he decided to break up with me. Bummer. I was shocked when he told me he kissed Ruth Walden, she was a whore, I should have expect something like this would happen. We were friends with that Ruth, went to high-school together. She was a tall, blond, good looking bitch with all legs and smile. I am tall, blond, good looking bitch as well, maybe better but that’s not the point. The thing is, she wasn´t throwing herself on him at all, it was him, who wanted her, but she didn´t resist, her stupid girly nature appeared and then, she was like lost in his eyes or something when they fucked outside the club behind the bins. I saw them, I was about to smoke my cigarette when I saw him in her knickers, a truly wonderful picture. To be honest, it hurt me, a lot, but I wasn´t in love, I didn´t know what love actually is, I wasn´t in love with him, I was in love with the idea of being in love. And when he told me he kissed Ruth, I didn´t tell him it wasn´t just a kiss, I pretended being in shock about him cheating on me, I faked a tear or two, gave him back his hoodie and took a taxi home. That´s my story.
Now I am 25, I´ve finished college with my business degree and started working at, Vouge.co.uk as a marketing leader for the international division. I like my job, I´ve always love fashion and fashion liked me back. I am from Bradford but I work in London, most of the time. I´ve been living here for a 3 years now. That Colin thing happened 6 years ago, and I still don´t know what being in love means. I am at the meeting right now, I am chairing it actually, trying to look as much focused as I can. I am talking about the marketing strategy for the next year. I like this time of the year, Christmas are coming, and I still don’t have any gifts for my family. I should buy some books for mum and dad, toys for nieces and nephews, cosmetics for Carly and Leah, but I am not sure what to get for Kristen. Maybe some concert tickets for her and her new unknown boyfriend. I´ll figure it out later, now focus on the presentation.
“Lads and I are about to go to Claire´s tonight, hope you´ll come, you have to! Bree decided to go to Soho tonight, that´s why the Claire´s, see ya tonight”.
It´s a text from Greg, he is my really good friend, I like him cause he still didn´t left me even though he´s aware of my bad moods. Bree is his long-time girlfriend, they know each other for ages, she is a really sweet girl, short dark hair, fringe, I love her red coat she wears every winter, it´s so cool. Anyway, I am not sure if I want to go out tonight.
“I am not really in the mood, but I´ll call you if I change my mind, thanks Greggie”, I pushed “send” and put my phone into my purse.
I am walking to my apartment, with all these bags full of gifts for my sisters. I live on my own, Kristen lives a few blocks away. This evening is boring, maybe I should call Greg that I´ll go with them.
Greg told me the address and now I am getting ready for tonight. I am happy I can try my new black dress and that black hat I bought the other day. I put my lipstick on, straighten my hair, took my keys and went out to search for a cab. I am standing outside, trying to catch something when suddenly some black taxi appears in front of me. Thanks god! It´s freezing out here. I am about to open the door when someone pushes me aside and sit on the seat.
“Excuse me? What are you trying to do, this is my cab, go away!”, I am really angry, how does he dare!
“I am sorry, but I really need that cab, besides, a girl like you will catch any cab she wants, am I right?”, his irish accent wants me to kill him, I swear.
“Are you seriou…”, I didn´t even finish my sentence when he closed the doors and drove away.