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It started out with me being late for a 9 AM meeting at work because I forgot my car was out of gas, had to stop at the gas station on the way to the bus stop and missed my bus by one minute.
When I finally got to work my hair was so messy that everyone starting staring at me with both anger and disgust.
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Everyone around me continued to work and chat and gossip, but my life, my thoughts, and all that I had once dreamed were washed away.
Suddenly I began to panic; my stomach churned, sweat appeared and a hot flash traveled through me.
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I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs.
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Joey walked by me with a tray of donuts. I grabbed one despite being on a diet. I was a bit careless and my hand got covered in chocolate - Boston Kreme being one of the messier donuts - but I just didn't care anymore.
Sticky, sweaty, and panicking, I made my way to the bathroom.
After cleaning myself up in the sink, I raised my gaze and stared at my pallid face in the mirror.
"Why is this happening to me?" i said out loud.
The sound of the door startled me as Jane, my boss, entered the room.
"Are you talking to yourself?" she asked "I could come back later"
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"Why don't you take the rest of the day off, honeymuffin"
"Honeymuffin", she did just call me honeymuffin. I did hear right. I have either done something wrong, or she has. She hasn't called me that in years
My memory floated back to when I first started working her.
It was the dead of winter, but she was so warm and welcoming that I didn't even notice.
She was there when I knocked on the door, my brand-new suit immaculate. Heart racing, I heard her voice,
It was so smooth, it totally fit her face, everything about her screamed perfection.
She looked at me and said,"Welcome, won't you please have a seat?" I sat down, nervously. When she sat down and looked iat me with those icey blue eyes, goosebumps raised on my flesh.
She said something, in her smooth warm voice, but I didn't hear what she asked because I was overly focused on those enigmatic eyes, and calming my nerves.
"My name is Jane", she said, a slight smile appearing on her angelic face, or maybe I imagined it. Either way, I was mesmerized.
Cherrelle wrote: ""My name is Jane", she said, a slight smile appearing on her angelic face, or maybe I imagined it. Either way, I was mesmerized."Her smile seemed angelic but something evil twisted at my heart.
She was wearing a power blazer even though it was casual Friday.
Her enormous yet surprisingly delicate hand gestured at the six honey muffins on her table, "Would you like some honey muffins?"
"Oh, I really shouldn't" I said, reaching for the gooeyest (sp?) one with the most honey dripping down the sides.
I shamelessly devoured all 6 in a matter of seconds, earning the embarrassing office nickname "Honey Muffin",
I return back to my desk but as soon as I sat down I felt a evil presences coming soo close as if it were to touch me.
As I reached for my Tums, spots swirled before my eyes, my mouth went dry, and I slipped from the chair to the floor.
I feel paralyzed, I want to scream but nothing comes out. Is this it?
The ill feeling dissipates and I come back to reality when the evil presence behind me turns out to be my boss, who says "Snap out of it and get back to work!"
I snapped out of whatever daze I was in and hurriedly went back to work. Then there was
an agonized shriek. All eyes turned toward the back of the room in concern...
The idea behind this thread is for us readers to create a story together, one sentence at a time. Each commenter will write one sentence of the story per post and we'll see where our collective imagination will take us. I'll start:
It had been a shitty day.