Amelia trudged along the snow-covered path, pulling her jacket securely around her. Her blonde hair was whipped around by the harsh wind and the leather handbag slung over her shoulder was being swung from side to side. She walked without missing a step, even when a stray cat suddenly leaped across her path.
"Hello, Ms. Adams! How're you doing on this fine, frosty day?" the man she was passing at that moment asked.
She stopped and squinted at his face through the snow falling in front of her and then smiled her usual warm, friendly smile.
"As well as I could be doing on a day as dreary as this one, Michael! Thankfully, work ended early, eh? And please, it's Amelia, not Ms. Adams!" she said, trying not to sound as miserable as she felt.
"Yeah, work ended early for me too. Sorry, I got to go now, Lara'll be waiting for me. If I'm late for dinner one more time I have no idea what she will do!" he replied cheerfully and waving goodbye, he turned around and walked away.
She waved back and continued to walk, recalling the scene that had occurred in her office just that morning. Work ending early, her foot! One of the younger employees had submitted an article late and her boss immediately began to yell at her. After waiting for about a few minutes, she had begun to defend her colleague. She had screamed at the manager quite a bit, actually. It had resulted in her getting fired.
Reaching her apartment block, she put her hand in her handbag, fumbling for her residential card. Where was it? She knew it was somewhere there! After searching for it for about two minutes, she decided to call security and ask them to let her in instead.
"Hello! 0404 please!" she crisply said into the intercom, after pressing the green button.
The door swung open. She stepped into the lobby of the building and got into the elevator, which was thankfully at the bottom floor. After getting out and reaching her doorstep she looked around to make sure nobody was spying on her and pulled open the door, which seemed to have lost the ability to lock itself. Since nothing ever got fixed at Block 65, she had decided to leave it unlocked.
Freshening up and changing into her comfortable nightgown, she settled herself onto the sofa for the most depressing part of the day; looking at the album. Turning to the first page, she readied her mind for a reminiscing session. Ah, there was the first medal she's ever got in gymnastics, a silver for the United states. She had been happy then, hanging out with friends. Life was a roller coaster, she would say, just sit back and enjoy it wherever it takes you.
Looking at several more silvers and a limited amount of golds and bronzes she smiled sarcastically.
Look where the roller-coaster has taken you now, she thought contemptuously, in a dump of an apartment with a bunch of people thinking you're a fool. And what do these medals mean, eh? Kudos from the past, that's all they are. They aren't going to help you in any way.
Closing the album with a sharp click, she made a wry face. Her life didn't have any glory or happiness in it. All it had were an alarming amount in electricity and water bills, no parties or relaxation and quite a lot of stress.
"Useless kudos," she said angrily.
"Hello, Ms. Adams! How're you doing on this fine, frosty day?" the man she was passing at that moment asked.
She stopped and squinted at his face through the snow falling in front of her and then smiled her usual warm, friendly smile.
"As well as I could be doing on a day as dreary as this one, Michael! Thankfully, work ended early, eh? And please, it's Amelia, not Ms. Adams!" she said, trying not to sound as miserable as she felt.
"Yeah, work ended early for me too. Sorry, I got to go now, Lara'll be waiting for me. If I'm late for dinner one more time I have no idea what she will do!" he replied cheerfully and waving goodbye, he turned around and walked away.
She waved back and continued to walk, recalling the scene that had occurred in her office just that morning. Work ending early, her foot! One of the younger employees had submitted an article late and her boss immediately began to yell at her. After waiting for about a few minutes, she had begun to defend her colleague. She had screamed at the manager quite a bit, actually. It had resulted in her getting fired.
Reaching her apartment block, she put her hand in her handbag, fumbling for her residential card. Where was it? She knew it was somewhere there! After searching for it for about two minutes, she decided to call security and ask them to let her in instead.
"Hello! 0404 please!" she crisply said into the intercom, after pressing the green button.
The door swung open. She stepped into the lobby of the building and got into the elevator, which was thankfully at the bottom floor. After getting out and reaching her doorstep she looked around to make sure nobody was spying on her and pulled open the door, which seemed to have lost the ability to lock itself. Since nothing ever got fixed at Block 65, she had decided to leave it unlocked.
Freshening up and changing into her comfortable nightgown, she settled herself onto the sofa for the most depressing part of the day; looking at the album. Turning to the first page, she readied her mind for a reminiscing session. Ah, there was the first medal she's ever got in gymnastics, a silver for the United states. She had been happy then, hanging out with friends. Life was a roller coaster, she would say, just sit back and enjoy it wherever it takes you.
Looking at several more silvers and a limited amount of golds and bronzes she smiled sarcastically.
Look where the roller-coaster has taken you now, she thought contemptuously, in a dump of an apartment with a bunch of people thinking you're a fool. And what do these medals mean, eh? Kudos from the past, that's all they are. They aren't going to help you in any way.
Closing the album with a sharp click, she made a wry face. Her life didn't have any glory or happiness in it. All it had were an alarming amount in electricity and water bills, no parties or relaxation and quite a lot of stress.
"Useless kudos," she said angrily.
Fantastic my dear
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