Monday morning, after getting dressed into my new grey long sleeved, knee-length dress. I walk out of my room to see my housemate with boxes and wrapping paper. I pay her no mind as I walk to the door. I don't care if she wants to move out. I pause, then turn towards her. "I can't believe that you are throwing away so many years of friendship." I said. Ella glance up at me. "I'm not throwing it away, but I'm tired of you, your selfish ways and you always using me." "Selfish? And I don't use you." "Angie, you do this every time. It's like I'm your punching bag. I can't take it anymore." "You must have me confused with someone else." "No, you are the same Angela Smith that I know. The same crazy, obsessed bitch that chases men who don't have any interest in her. The same bitch that goes out of her way to try to get a guy's attention, even when he clearly shows you that he doesn't want you. And then, when I try to show you the bigger picture, you have this crazy idea that I'm eit

At four thirty, I am woken by my phone ringing, which gets my heart racing."Hello?" I answer, trying my best to project my frustration at whoever is calling me so early in the morning."Miss Smith, you need to be at work in the next twenty minutes."I groan."Is that a complain?"I feel like yelling at him, because there is no way this is acceptable for him to be calling me so early.When I signed my contract, it states the time I'm to be at work, along with the time I should leave. It never said I should ever be there any earlier or leave any later."It is half of a complain, it is so early.""Well, if you don't get here by the time I say you don't have any worry about waking up so soon because you won't have a job." He hangs up after saying that.I throw my phone to the foot of the bed, fling the covers off and go to the shower.I get dressed in a short, black tight skirt, and purple top that I leave a few buttons undone.When I get to Metrosport, it is ten minutes over the time Mr

For the following week, after lying my way out of any accusations about me and Mr Cross, I notice that Adele has been getting closer to me.I am not sure if she is doing it in hopes of catching me in a lie, but all I know is that I will do my best to not slip up.I am still shocked that that girl still ran her mouth even after what Mr Cross told her. I guess she thinks she is above him.Either way, she will get what is coming to her, because for days I have been contemplating on telling Mr Cross. I don't care what the after effect might be, as long as that girl gets her karma and her friends are no longer here.My office phone rings, causing me to jump and bite my tongue."Are you ready to go for lunch?" Adele's voice comes."Yeah, but you know how it is. I have to get Mr Cross his lunch first.""Ok, tell me when you get back so I can go with you at that time."I go to knock on my boss' office door before opening it. He looks back at me from where he is standing in front of the window

"Ladies and gentlemen, the opera will be starting in the next minute. Please make your way to the viewing box and take your seats. We put on a wonderful show, so I hope you all will enjoy." A voice comes."I need to use that bathroom." I push my chair back."So do I." Mrs Cross gets up as well.Her husband makes a gesture for someone to come over and lead us to the restroom.I am full aware of Mrs Cross walking behind me, but I don't care or feel bad for what I am wearing. Because what she has on is a turnoff to even her husband, looking more like a maid or someone's grandmother instead of the wife of a millionaire.She is dressed in an old fashion neon green, puffy sleeve dress that hides her figure. Flat shoes and her hair is up in a ponytail.I want to roll my eyes every time I look at her. I don't understand how she can be so selfish. After all, he took her to this place. The least she could do is wear a little makeup.After releasing my bladder and coming out of the stall to wash

While Mr Cross is snoring away beside me, I go to the living room to search for his phone. When I find it, I make sure to lock myself inside the bathroom to see what I can find about his wife, Natasha.It is as if God is on my side, because just like for his computer, he has the same password for his phone. I soon find his wife’s entire schedule for the rest of the month.I make a note of when she will have her next hair appointment and where. I skip through the rest to see that she will be having lunch with some friends, and also visiting a clinic. I smile, thinking that I can finally put my plan into action.'Watch out Mrs Cross, because you won't have that last name for too long.'I crawl back onto the bed beside my soon to be husband. I gaze at his sleeping face with a smile, knowing that it will soon always be like this.I close my eyes, having pleasant dreams.When I wake again, Mr Cross isn't beside me. I go in search of him, but it seems as if he has already gone home. I feel