The pain we hide

with a shake of my head , my straight freckled nose burns with a familiar feeling but I blinked back my tears and focused on getting on with solving the problem a head of me which is putting my wild chocolate brown curls into submission but alas I have only succeeded in holding Bach the bigger curls in a hair tie except for one traitorous strand that fall into my eyes for me to blow it back by a sigh .I couldn't use any kind of a hair accessories ,because frankly my hair is like a web what goes in never comes out .

Now what ? a question I found my self facing a lot .right with a bounce in my steps I start rapping "whose twenty two but looks like sixteen , asked for Id card while everyone just step in , life is a bitch but she's trying to butt in .yeah that's me everyone rise your hands "

with a cackle I carry on my task to my wardrobe to my everyday attire : black mini skirt..check, black tights...check, white blouse with huge ass ribbon that her only role in life is to suffocate me more than I already is...check , my white Adidas....check .i know that I am supposed to wear something more formal that a running shoes , but I came to an agreement with my noss Jeff that it will be to everyone safety that I wear something more "movement helping than a high heels " thanks to my horrible stumbling and causing quite the havvock in that time I weared them which bring to question why I haven't been fired yet. Which is another mystery unsolved knowing that the owner of the hotel I worked in is a perfectionist who will fire people for less reason than mine .

With a sigh ,I reach for my yellow purse , my home keys and shoved them inside my small black back pack with a final searching look around my room for the item I feel I forget, I raced the stairs with my elfy legs to the kitchen where I grabbed an apple and just then I found it, the missing item ,which happens to be my hotel working Id badge it was on the counter starring at me With my horrible last minute picture I took ....let me check again yeah diffinitely I was drunk that day or at least having a hungover my curls where everywhere that it was a surprise to catch my glittering green eyes no wonder the alcohol effect with that huge holes in my cheeks , seriously my dimples never stops amazing me how deep they are ,and lastly my forced smile ....it was ... terrific as though I was giving someone an evidence that something terrible is about to happen to them .you know that look ,when someone's evil who hates you gave it to you as though he knows a thing you don't have the slightest idea about .all in all it wasn't my best shot.

We all have that One picture we want so much to hide from others . luckily mine wasn't hidden it was for all the world to see . that's speaks about my luck I guess .

Now stop the pitty party ,you are beautiful Val "only not in that picture ,it wasn't your best shot "a voice snickered in my head ,and oh that was my bitchy side that if you are lucky enough you would meet later on or not .

With a last cackle I left my house and got on my bike yeah you heard me right a terrific pink bike with a basket in the front that use it to put my backpack in it , oh did I say that it has a bell in the left handle I fell in love with it at first sight and after a lot of saving and facke tears the seller let me get it for a lower price what can I say iam a good negotiator and my height and young face Gave me the advantage ,but it doesn't always comes in handy .

With a rare unforced smile and a wistful look i start my journey to Waterson five stars hotel .let just hope I didn't make a mess out of myself today .