Love to write but don't have people to read my stories 😃(#self-pity)
Hey guys so for years I have been writing stories, writing and tearing pages because I didn't like them and now I have a whole stack of papers filled with stories.. Lol. Anyways so I was going through them and I saw this particular one that I kind of liked, and I think I wrote it recently, so I am going to just write it here and you guys tell me your opinion.. And if I should continue!
CHAPTER ONE
Luck is really a bitch
You know that feeling when you get an A for an exam you didn't even study for? Or when you randomly find cash lying on the street? Or when your crush texts you first?
People call it luck.
I call it bullshit.
It's just a feeling and nothing else, it's an illusion.
And yet, I am standing in front of one of the biggest publishing houses of New York City- 'ivory press'. And I'm going to be working there, as one of the associate editors.
Seems lucky, right?
But I don't think so. Not with the way my life has been leading up to this moment. I know I sound like a pessimist.
But if I've learned one thing-
It's that things like these don't come without a catch.
I breath in and out, count to ten inside my head and then press the button to the elevator. I am supposed to be working with this girl- Charlie. Seems like her parents watched too much Willy Wonka
I may seem like I have a heart made of stone or something, but I am not generally like.. This. I don't dislike people or whatever. I just don't enjoy the company of most.
I step inside the elevator, and just as the doors are about to close, a hand appears between them, jerking them open. A tall figure enters, but I don't pay much attention. I am too busy contemplating all the ways this day could go wrong.
A throat clears, "excuse me" A deep voice says breaking me out of my thoughts. I look up and then pause- woah. This man looks so good. His eyes are blue. He has sharp cheekbones and- "would you mind and step aside? You're standing in the way of the panel." He says.
My cheeks heat, oh god. I step aside, feeling completely embarrassed. What the hell was I doing?
"Which floor?" The man asks. "Huh? " I say, a little dazed. "Which floor?" He says gesturing towards the panel.
"floor no. 3" I mutter quickly, even more embarrassed now. This day is going just great.
As soon as the doors open on the third floor, I rush out, not daring to look back. I just embarrassed myself two times in front of one guy. Great start.
Now, I admit I am pretty excited to meet this Charlie. Having a co-worker seems like an honestly fun idea. I have a bounce in my step as I enter the office. "Cecelia! So glad to have you here! " My boss, Mr. Anthony says as I enter.
I smile and say, "And I am glad to be here"
Mr. Anthony is a pretty nice guy, 25 years of experience in publishing. 50 with a wife and 7 kids. Geez.
That's when I notice another man standing beside him, wearing an expression that can only be described as- bored.
"Oh! Where are my manners? Let me introduce you both. " Mr Anthony says gesturing to the moody man.
"This is Cecelia hawthorne, " He says gesturing to me.
"And this, is Charles Smith. And as you both know, you'll be working together. " He concludes happily. And my smile falters.
Luck is really a bitch.