My pen name is going to be Larose .
Hurriedly, I walked from the automatic sliding doors into the parking lot to meet my cherry red Toyota Corolla “Betty Boop”. My work day was finally over and the day seemed to brighten up a bit against the sunset. I threw all of my things into the backseat and lazily plopped into my seat.
“Story of my life,” I sighed.
I turned the ignition as my car rumbled to a start. Today was just one those bad days you dread when you have one of those good days you haven’t had in a while. My nerves were shook and I couldn’t think straight, numbers were running through my head and I just needed some type of serenity. This newly found confidence really is helping, but I don’t know how to deal with the extra attention. You can say that I am a bit awkward at times. The wind caressed the edges of my countenance and I try to bask in the feeling. I turned on the radio and the reggae music soothes my soul. My body moved with the beat, matching the bass perfectly. It’s not that I dread coming home every time I leave work; it’s just that I’d rather be somewhere else, if that makes any sense.
As I pulled into the driveway, my legs felt like logs as I lifted them outside of the car at an attempt to stand upright but I staggered, naturally.
sounds good so far ?
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