After I finished eating my toast, I put on a pair of brown heels. They have a little bow near the toes, and I found them to be adorable as soon as my eyes landed on them at a store called Marshall's. They were even on sale for twenty dollars; they were normally fifty. It was a steal.
And of course, my grandmother's pearl necklace she left me. I always wear it on important days. when my grandmother first passed away and those beautiful shiny pearls were set onto my palms, I had never wanted to take them off. Until I was at school and a boy named Jake tried pulling on them. I was so terrified that they would break. I took them off and never wore them to school again.Now, they stay safely in my jewelry box until I need my grandmother's good luck and today's that day. It was my first day out into my new town. It may not be a big deal for some, but for me, it was a huge deal. I wanted people to like me, smile, and wave at me in the stores.I never had problems making friends before. My personality from what I have been told is flowery. My smile blossoms, and apparently, when it blossoms, it forces others too as well. I give off happy energy when on the days I was sad. I guess it's just who I am.I even smiled a few times at my grandmother's funeral. it was because people were crying, and I was trying to cheer them up even though I was sadly mourning my own grandmother, I still wanted to make sure everyone around me was okay.I wanted a happy life here.I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door. I spent a few minutes digging around in my purse to make certain I had not forgotten my new house keys. Once my fingered touched them, I yanked the key ring out and quickly hooked it onto my car keys.Problem solved.As soon as I had reached the door handle and swung open the door, my face was sprayed with water. At first, I thought someone had just played a prank on me, but I slowly realized that it was storming outside. The wind harshly pushed the rainfall through my door frame and already soaked my clothes, face, and hair. I slammed the door shut quickly, struggling against the wind and rain.It's raining outside. The day isn't turning out to be as good as I was hoping my first time out in my new town would turn be.I stupidly forgot to pack an umbrella.I have done that too many times. I should know better.I hurried and dug out an older pair of teenie shoes from my closet and changed out of my heels. I had wanted so badly to wear them today, but today was not the day to show them pretty things. One reason I would ruin them, and well, the second reason was I in no way, shape or form, could walk in that weather in those heels. They were too skinny to balance myself against that harsh wind.I had no choice but to grab a towel out of my bathroom to use that as a way to cover my head. I sucked in a deep breath to prepare myself for the dash to my car that I was about to have to do.I am woman enough to admit that I am not exactly in good shape. I bake too much, therefore I eat too much sugary goodness. Meaning, I'm a little on the thick side, another reason my asshole of an ex probably went to my ex bitch of a best friend.I didn't hate my body, in fact I embraced it. I couldn't exactly wear the type of clothing that some women can, but I make do. I'm not overly overweight, just a little thick in my thighs and stomach.I quickly opened my front door, holding the towel over my head with one hand as best as I could with the rain and wind pushing down on me, and slammed my door shut and making sure the door was locked before turning on my heels and dashed to my car.I hope my new neighbors didn't see me like this.I opened my car door in such a hurry that I nearly dropped my car keys in the rush to jump inside, but I kept a tight hold of them and basically did a baseball slide into my car and slammed the door shut a little harder than necessary.This wasn't a good start to my day at all.Reaching my right hand up, I pulled down my sun visor and popped the mirror open to inspect my appearance. My curly hair is now soaked and has me looking like a wet poodle. The mascara that I had put on is smeared around my eyes. I look around my car in search for a napkin.I really should clean this car out soon. I have been on the road and my car is definitely showing it. My plan was to get all this trash out as soon as I was done unpacking yesterday, but I had been too tired and to be honest, I completely forgot. I'm glad that I didn't, however. The sonic bag still laying across my seat allowed me to find an unused napkin.I rolled down my window a tiny bit and let the rain drip onto the brown napkin to make it easier to clean up my eyes.Once I was finished whipping the area around my eyes, making sure that no blackness was left, I turned my attention to my hair. I pulled my hair from the ponytail and used the rest of the napkins to dry my hair the best that I could, at least before pulling it back up.I'm not the type of girl that keeps makeup in her purse, so I won't be able to fix up my face, but at least I could redo my hair. It's not the prettiest, but it's okay. I'm sure whoever is taking my interview will understand that I look the way I do because of the weather.That's my hope, at least.Definitely don't want him or her to think I wasn't concerned about my work appearance because I definitely am.With an annoyed sigh, I pressed the button that started my car and turned my windshield wipers on. Pulling up the address to the 911 center on my phone, I type in the address into my GPS.It's a small town. It shouldn't be that hard to find, but I had twenty minutes to get to my interview and I wanted to avoid being even a minute late.This job was something I wanted.I really wanted this job.I hooked up my phone to Bluetooth to my car and went to my YouTube app on my phone and scrolled through my music playlist and found one of my favorite songs.Curve by Somo.I don't think I have yet to listen to a song made by that artist that I have not liked. I truly enjoy every one of his songs and I won't even lie, some of them I would like to have sex to.I toss my phone on my passenger seat and head turn left out of my driveway, following the route my GPS is taking me.The weather is horrible. I can barely see the road. I won't lie, I normally play on my phone while I drive but not today. The weather is too bad, and I definitely do not want to be pulled over by another asshole cop and given another ticket.Two tickets in two days?No, thanks.Extra hard pass on that.That reminds me, I will have to also swing by the police station and pay this damn ticket. I don't need that anywhere near my record and if they do a background check after my interview, I do not want that ticket to be the reason I do not get this job.I know it's just a speeding ticket, but they prefer the employees to have a spotless record and I wanted to maintain mine.I drive slowly through town, this time making sure that I was indeed going to correct speed limit. I'm not surprised to see that the roads are not very active. The weather is crazy and came out of nowhere.I had checked the forecast before moving, and it was actually supposed to be sunny all week, but sadly that was not correct at all. I pass a bar it's called Sleepy Sheep. It looked like it was a little hole in the wall joint, but it was surprisingly busy on a Monday morning.Maybe it was the type of bar that also served food during the day. I'll have to check it out. A night out would be a great way to meet new people, perhaps make a new friend.A girl could hope.That's what I loved most about this town. Lines of family-owned businesses filled up the streets and I love the idea of shopping local than spending my hard-earned cash at big box chained stores that don't even need the money.A woman was outside a flower boutique called Luscious Stems and was rushing to bring in flowers inside the shop from the harsh wind. A man was just flipping the open sign on a door of a hardware store called The Dream Toolshed.I truly like seeing that.I see the police station coming into view, and I can't stop my mind from wondering on Officer Chandler. Why did such a good-looking male need to be such a complete asshole? He could have at least let me go away with a warning.It wasn't like I was the type of woman to always get into trouble. In fact, my road record was completely spotless until now.“Until Officer Dick head at least” I grumbled loudly as I pulled into the parking lot of the 911 center.I pulled my car into the closest spot available, killed my car and sat there for a few moments preparing myself for the interview. They will probably give me a few situations and will want me to tell them how I would handle that particular situation.I can do this.“You got this, Avery ” I whispered to myself. “You have handled every condition you have been faced with, with the appropriate answers, and always got whoever it was the help that they needed at the time ”I got to hype myself up before I get too nervous to walk through the doors. I don't normally get this anxious, but in a new town, people will be quick to judge me.I quickly sent a small prayer up and climbed out of my car. I had waited a few minutes until it calmed down. It was just drizzling now, so I took that as the perfect time to enter the 911 center without having to get soaked again. I certainly would look like a wet poodle.The building is smaller than the one back home. It's also right next to the police station, makes me feel a little safe to leave, and be able to walk to my car safely.I double-check to make sure that I locked my car before heading inside. I probably shouldn't have eaten this morning. I'm too nervous. My stomach feels like butterflies are flying around it, and it's not as pleasant as some would think. It's making me nauseous.I pull open the door, and I see a guy typing away. They don't keep the 911 operators in the main room. They have their office so that visitors do not disturb them. This guy must be the secretary.Plastering a small smile on my face, I head towards him. He is either too busy or being rude and do
I followed Mr. Whitlock into his back office. I'm having to fight the urge not to bring my fingers to my mouth and bite on my fingernails as my belly turns with nerves.I have a terrible habit of nail-biting. I tried everything I read to stop that habit, but it was sometimes, most times, out of my control. My grandma used to put hot sauce on my nails, thinking I wouldn't appreciate the taste. But it didn't work. As an adult, I constantly make sure my nails are painted because it helps a bit, I don't like the taste of nail polish, so I find myself not chewing on them as much as I once did.“Take a seat, Avery.” Mr. Whitlock swung his right arm out and gestured to the small seat in front of his dark wooden desk.I have the time to look him over. His once black hair is now thinning out and turning grey. His mustache has little grey hairs sticking out, but appears to be nicely kept. He is a middle-aged man that appears to keep him self in shape.“How many years have you served with the 9
I waved goodbye to Sean behind the front desk and walked through the front door. I felt my hands shaking as I dug through my purse, digging for my car keys. As soon as I unlocked my door, I slid inside, shut my doors, and let those tears fall for Rosie.That call had really messed with me. I spent weeks having nightmares about that night, only in my horrors. I was watching it all happen. Seeing and couldn't do a thing to stop it. It would have been easier. Easier on me if they hadn't shown the family pictures in the newspaper the next day. When I picked up that paper in my driveway before heading to work, I didn't think about their pictures about Rosie's picture being in that newspaper.I had faces to names, and that haunted me. Rosie's face as she begged for my help.I allowed myself to cry for a few more minutes. Rosie was a beautiful little girl. She had brown curly hair and her smile, god her smile. It was so huge. You could just tell she was a happy child. I never understood how
Later that night, I'm in my kitchen, making my grandma's favorite cake. She used to make that all the time when I was a little kid. It took me several tries before I actually got it tasting the way hers did. You needed flour, granulated sugar, baking powder, baking soda, kosher salt, salted butter, instant coffee, buttermilk, eggs, and vanilla extract.It was not an easy thing to carry out. It took almost three hours to make it. A few moments ago, I finished mixing the ingredients. I'm waiting on the oven to pre-heat as I'm scrolling through my new phone. I got a Samsung s22. I am more of an Android type of girl than an iPhone. They are just too basic for me; I don't know. I like how I can change my themes on them. Last Christmas, I had this cutest little Grinch theme going on.It had taken me around an hour at the phone store. The sales agent kept trying to sell me the new iPhone, but I stuck to my guns and got the phone I went in to buy. I ended up finding only one cute case for i
“Everything is alright. Your safe Avery.” Cedric whispered as he unwrapped his tight fingers from my wrist.I pulled the metal cross against my rib cage, holding it tightly as I looked up at him. My heart hasn't come to the conclusion that I am safe, as Cedric just said. Instead, it's still slamming against my breast, making it hard for me to suck in a good breath.“Nobody is in here. You're safe.” He repeated, bringing his hands towards me and tugging the metal cross from my palms. Wasn't easy. My fingers were clinched tight. I didn't want to let it go. “Avery. You. Are. Safe.” He growled. I watched as his eyes darkened the word safe, and something inside my belly settled. I unwrapped my fingers from the cross and let him take it from me.“Let's go sit in the living room, and you can tell me and my partner here what happened.” Cedric suggested while checking out the bathroom when I step aside.My legs are shaking, like I'm walking on jello. I swear I'm much better in a scary situati
I was right, I got little sleep last night. No, let me correct myself. I didn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time when I dozed off while sitting on a barstool leaning over my kitchen counter. I was beyond exhausted, but I just could not shut off my brain enough for me to even fall back asleep peacefully. I was too nervous that whoever it was would come back, that I pushed things up against both my front and back doors.No matter what those cops said, I didn't make this up. I know what I heard. Someone came into my house last night. I don't know how. I don't know why. What I know is that I wasn't alone when I called 911. Even if they didn't believe me, I believed myself.I didn't have just one portion of my Grandma's Coffee-Toffee cake; I had two. Which isn't a good thing. The number of calories in just one slice is ridiculously high. I'll need to hit the gym soon.I started working out at the local gym back in my hometown before I moved. It was all a part of my new me bullshit p
I'm back at my house a little while later. I was cautious when I entered. Turned the key, poked my head inside to make sure I didn't hear any footsteps, and then locked the door behind me.I guess Vickie spread the word around the block because as soon as I drove my car onto the street; I had eyes on me. I sensed eyes on me when I parked my car, and I felt eyes on me when I had gotten out of my car. I didn't let that bother me though. I had just unlocked my door, did my little peeking and came inside. I wasn't inside for five minutes when there was a knock on my door. At first, it startled me. Nobody should come to visit me. I had gone to unlock my door, with shaking fingers might I add, and swung my door open to reveal a woman and two children standing on the other side.“Hello. Welcome to our neighborhood. I baked you some muffins and my kids wanted to make you a welcome sign” The lady had spoken softly, keeping a hand on her youngest son.I expected this, honestly. Small towns. P
It had been almost a week since I moved here, three days, since I had gone over to Anna's parent's house to eat tacos. She and I have grown a bit close the last few days. She works as a secretary for some rich man.I can't remember his name right currently, but her hours are sometimes long. I have been trying to get my sleep schedule straight before I start my new job, which is tomorrow morning. I'm excited and I'm nervous. Anna and I talk on the phone every night for about an hour. Telling each other stories of our childhood. She had begged me to go out to the Sleepy Sheep after devouring those Tacos, but after dealing with her brother and what he had said, I wasn't exactly in the mood to party. After eating I thanked Helen and Glenn, which I learned was Anna and Cedric's dad's name. They were extremely nice, and both told me I was invited over anytime. Nothing suspicious has happened the past several days, leading me to conclude that maybe Cedric was right. Possibly nobody broke