Blog 6- Remembering

All she wanted was to go home, away from this ungawdly work place. Why did she work here anyway? She hated it, she hated everything about it. She wanted to go away, run away from this place and never come back. This was the end of the line, she couldn't take one more person telling her to go get coffee, or make copies or get a cinnamon bagel. She couldn't take it anymore. As she thought and pitied herself, she never understood why she wanted to stay in this town, it reminded her to much of home. The smells, the small town, even her apartment. She didn't like to be reminded of where she grew up. She couldn't wait to get out of her house and away from her mother and sister. As a child she got everything she ever wanted, second to her sister. She had always been better than her at everything; sports, with guys and school, and for once she wanted to be first, she wanted to be appreciated for how hard she worked and what she did, but it never happened. Not once. So when she was 18, she packed up and left, and hasn't been back since. Miranda snapped out of the memory, she needed a break, she grabbed her stuff and went outside to take a breather. She didn't realize that thinking of home made her mad and sad, all at the same time.

Blog 5- get tatted.

The line for blatatatat streched as far as she could see, even from her apartment she could see the line for miles and miles. She didn't want to go outside and face all the hassle and confusion. What was so great about it anyway? It wasn't that great of a store, and she didn't need a job, but she thought about if she did work there. What kind of tattoo's would she give? She saw Justice Scott out her window and thought about what she would give him, she always saw him with money and getting lucky so maybe she would do a four leaf clover with a dollar bill under it. That would be cool, and it would definitely fit him perfectly. She snapped out of her thoughts and realized that she was hungry, she wanted food, but as always there was nothing in the refrigerator. She would just go to Fu-king Chicken and get some food before going out to the club tonight, or was she even up for that? She also needed to return the 3 phone calls her boyfriend left her. "Oops." She thought as she headed out the door.

Blog 4- the morning after.

Sometime during the night she threw up, she didn't know when or how or where, all she did know was when she got up the next morning she felt terrible. She felt like an elephant was standing on her head, her hair was disgusting and it was disgusting outside. Will it ever stop raining??? She needed an Advil PRONTO. She rolled over and groaned she didn't wanna get up or go to work or do anything, all she wanted was to lay in here bed and sleep. She looked over at the clock, 7:37am. She had 2 hours to get to wor... oh shit, she was supposed to be a work at 6!!! "SHIT." she said aloud. She ran over to her phone. 27 messages, 34 missed calls and 6 voice mail's! She ran to the bathroom, had a 2 minute shower, put on her black pants, white button down her ungawdly high heels she had to wear, grabbed her phone and purse and ran out the door. She ran to the Doughnut shop and grabbed coffee and a cheese danish and saw OJ Smith on her way out. "Hey" he said. "hey." she said back. She got in her car and was driving to work when she heard sirens. "shit can this day get any worse?" she reached in her purse for her wallet with her license, realizing her wallet was at Mario's. How was she going to explain this to the officer? This wasn't going to be good at all.

Blog 3-Chaos

She heard screaming everywhere, she saw smoke and saw people running, she was drunk as hell, and she had no clue what was going on. Apparently there was a fire in the food trailer and everyone freaked out. She wondered if she should go back to Mario's and get her wallet or if she should just go home, she looked around and saw Drexel DeQuarious who didn't even go into the carnival just turn around and head the opposite direction when he heard the screaming, she assumed he was going home. She looked towards Mario's and saw the line that had formed outside the bar from all the people that had been at the carnival and decided to just go home, she could always get another wallet and replace her credit cards. She started towards her Finch Pointe apartment and walked to her room, took off her clothes and got into bed. She looked at the clock, 2am. "shit I have to be up in 4 hours." she thought. It was her early day at work and she knew she'd be hungover. She flipped her pillow to the cold side, and fell asleep.

Blog 2 Carnival Day

"Well, today is the big day for the carnival and I'm wondering if I should even go. Not like I have anything to do anyway besides work. I guess I'll go." she said. She looked outside her window to see that J.J Carlyle guy picking up the meat that had fallen off the Piggly Wiggly truck, "he's probably going to eat that tonight for dinner." She thought. She got dressed and headed to work. She wanted to get off early so maybe she could go get some drinks before the carnival. Everyone knows that drinking before an event like this was a must, it made everything better and more fun. She finished up at work and headed to Mario's for a couple of drinks, after that she headed to the carnival to ride some rides and eat some food, She found herself stumbling towards the entrance, fumbling for her wallet. "Damn it! Where is my fucking wallet!?" She reached around in the bottom of her purse. "I must've left it at Mario's" she said to no one in particular. Then she heard screaming and saw people scrambling to figure out where the exit was.

The sound of honking traffic horns woke up Miranda Lowe. "Damn traffic, it's only 8am!!" She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. "I have to get up." she thought to herself. If she was late again, she'd be fired. She hated her job, her boss and the people she worked with, she had been at this job for 4 years and not gone anywhere. She hated it. She wanted to quit, but had no where else to work, but an assistant for a big time marketing company paid well. She lived in The Finch Pointe apartments and was pretty well off for girl who just graduated college. The truck making its weekly delivery to Piggly Wiggly and laying on his horn was driving her crazy. It was a disgusting day outside. She got up, ate her morning oatmeal and granola, got in her car and drove to work trying to avoid the traffic that was backed up for 2 blocks because of the 18 wheeler. "It's just gonna be another ordinary day." she thought