It wasn't like I was scared of her or something, but well, I was scared of her right now. How in the world had she come in, and we hadn't heard her footsteps? Was she a ghost? And, she knew the door pin of Ryan's door? Ryan sat up immediately, sat straight. Like a criminal, I sat as well, feeling quite tense. This felt so embarrassing. I had known I shouldn't have come here.  She took a step close, tears filled in her eyes. "Ryan, what's this?! Have you gone this far?" "Oh, goodness." He raked his fingers in his hair, sighed hard. Leaning into the couch, he used his hand to tug the back of his neck. "Sherri, breaking a glass cause you're angry, isn't nice. That thing's expensive. And, why would you come here without telling me?" "Don't divert from this topic." She put her hands on her waist, holding back her tears as she blinked hard. "And whatever, I'll get you a new glass. Ryan, what's your pr

I balled my hands up in a fist. I was so devastated.  As soon as the video stopped playing, the workers leaned close to one another, blabbing like jobless idiots. The female workers who obviously didn't like me for some unknown reason, were smirking at me, seeming quite happy for my predicament. Who could have done this? Mr. Shawn? I turned back to him, swallowing my tears. "Mr Shawn, who filmed that? Where in the world did you get it from? Huh?" "That should remain confidential." He put his hands behind him, wandering in front of me. "Someone sent it to my office this morning." "The video is false. Mr. Arthur's a witness. Yes, we stumbled against each other last night, but I can assure you that nothing went on between us, and nothing goes on between us. He's just my boss," I explained.  He laughed, his laugh sounding quite crafty. "What do you think I am?

After washing the dishes in the kitchen's sink, I used a napkin to wipe off the oil stain on the counter, and ensured the kitchen was clean. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I gulped its content down my throat, threw the empty bottle into the trash can, then made my way out of the kitchen.  Getting to the living room, I scanned my eyes around, searching for the rest of my family. Only ten minutes ago, they had been here. Where had they gone to? Leaning into the couch I settled to sit on, I shut my eyes, and sighed. I let the serenity around me manifest into my senses. The room was completely silent, only the sizzling sound of the air conditioner making a faint sound.  Suddenly, a sad feeling brushed through me. Here I was, jobless and hopeless. Mom and d

This was really crazy. I was attempting to run out of the bush, yet I hadn't worn my pants. Terrified, I pulled my pants up at all costs, but didn't zip it. I managed to run out of the bush, and luckily for me, I spotted Ryan immediately.  "What happened?" He asked, fear swimming in his eyes.  "There's a stupid dog over there! It's chasing me!" I gripped his hand, pulled him, so we would both run away.  But then, for some very annoying reason that was unknown to me, he stopped us from running. I snapped my neck to look at him, breathing hard. He was wearing a blank expression, and I really felt like stabbing him at this moment.  

It had been only a week plus since I began working at Stanley's, the grocery store, but it felt like a year. Working for a year in Twinkle Stars hadn't felt this crazy. It wasn't just the workforce that was the problem. This woman, Marsha Jay, was an earthquake in my life.  Here she was, firing hard and dangerous scowls at me, only because Kenneth and I were going home together, for the fourth time this week. She was just like Sherri, to be honest. The only difference between them was, Sherri was cuter and richer, and was a hypocrite in a way. But, Marsha was blatant in the purest way. She even complained about Kenneth and I, right in front of the innocent customers who had no interest in her babbles.  I rolled my eyes. "Marsha, this is crazy. What makes you think there's a thing between Kenneth and me?" She chortled. "We only broke up about a month ago. There's no doubt that he still likes me. So, why the heck