New Nightmare
nightmare
/ˈnʌɪtmɛː/a very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect.
New York city, the city of light and noise. I can’t believe it. After, all the trouble I have gone through I’m finally here. The old apartment didn’t cost much but it was mines. I reached into my pockets and pulled out my keys. The sent of old pizza and alcohol welcomes me as I open the door. It was a mess everywhere. Shoes, old bottles, pizza and that’s when I saw it. A FUCKING RAT, I let a loud scream I’m sure it shook the building. So my heart calmed down. I check out the rest of the apartment. I walked out of the bedroom and sat on the kitchen Counter ”home sweet home” I sighed. I went over to the window and looked at the beautiful lights of the city. I went to sleep looking at the beautiful buildings of New York.
The Next Morning
Finally, I’m thankful that I made it here in one piece I mean that guy drives like a mad man even if he cute he drives awful. I walked into the building with no confidence at all know that someone else was going to get the job and I was going to end up being a stripper or worst back to that nightmare of a place.
I walked slowly to the front desk where there were three ladies were talking. the three ladies then looked me up and down with judgmental eyes then started to whisper to each other. Do I look that bad? I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a white blouse with a light blue blazer and matching pants and white pumps.
I am here for the 8:oo writer job interview. After taking their time looking at me. One of the ladies looked at me finally said ‘I am Miss Brown, come this way with me please’ we walked into the elevator. She pushed the top floor button, I was confused but still went along with it as she probably knows where she is going. We walked down the long empty hallway in was so silent that you could hear my white heels on the marble floor. She knocks on the door, ”Mr. Blackwell”. You can hear that whoever was on the other side of the door was angry.
She knocked again but no answer then she opens the door and pecks her head in “Boss there is one more of the position of the writers’ floor.”
Author’s Notes
There is probably no comment but that’s okay I’m happy, am doing this of fun and nothing more just fun. But is it just me but food is the best thing in the word!
your sad- eat food
your happy-eat food
your angry- stab the food then it eat it
when you’re going to kill someone - you eat food
I really have fun writing am hoping to keep up my writing for you here is a picture of a bunch of food. Bye my foodiessssssssss
hope you like the nick name ...... OH!! and the name of the song is..... fuck what is the name of the song? NEITHER DO I !! that’s the name. OKAY BYE FOODIESS!
Question of the day: IS You a hoe? (JK are you?)
THE BORING SHIT I HAVE TO SAY!
I’m sorry the first chapter was short I have a lot of new ideas for this story. There will as be a backstory coming and I will be having the male pov. I hope you enjoy thanks!!! Go on Wattpad for the outfits
Xoxoxox ~Philica
