Hey this is something that I was working on while trying to get into the charecter for (When you were mine) Fic. I'm actually still working on that fic along with windstorm but I thought that I would share this lil bit with you. I hope you enjoy it! Based on the story below what assumptions can you make about the charecter? Please leave me feedback!
Dear Diary:
I got up early at six am the same time I get up every morning except on Sundays when I’ll sleep in until 7:30 a.m. I made Philip his coffee and breakfast 3 egg whites 1 slice of whole-wheat toast.
To say my life in predictable would be an understatement.
He wakes and sits down at the table, the same spot as normal folding his paper to the finance section. He mumbles to himself about the stocks then closes it taking a sip from his plain black coffee he glances at his watch, puts his coffee down. He rambles around in the living room searching for his briefcase and keys. He finds them and then gives me a peck on the cheek and a curt goodbye.
I clean up from breakfast and get ready for the gym making sure to grab the grocery list before I go. I lock the door and drive ten minutes away to the local gym.
There I do a grueling workout cardio, weights then cardio again. I shower quickly but careful not to wet my hair. I put my change of clothes on khaki shorts and white tank top. I look at my reflection. I decide to put a thin layer of lip-gloss on and a bit of mascara. I turn sideways then forward again. I sigh; I look like an advertisement for the Gap. I shrug to myself, grab my gym bag then throw it into my car and drive across the street to the market. List in hand I enter the store.
I read the list to myself skinless chicken boneless breast, lettuce, tomato, cucumber and Frozen Yogurt mmm, my one indulgence. Vanilla or Chocolate while I stood there contemplating I see Shawn from the corner of my eye. I check my reflection in the frosted glass door as I close it. Smoothing down any loose flyaway I pat my hair down. I bite my lip in preparation for the inevitable small talk.
I stare at his subtle lips as they move pink and smooth. He smirks; I look up and see his eyes smiling at me. Just one wink from those deep brown eyes and I melt. My mouth bows up and I smile back.
As he leaves I decide definitely chocolate.
I load the groceries onto the conveyer belt noticing that my ring caught the reflection of the light and is shining making miniature rainbows appear. I fidget with it. As I grab the latest fashion magazine. I browse through it while I wait for the person in front of me to finish up. I managed to skim thru half the magazine before my items are done being scanned I put back the magazine another catches my eye 101 Things to do in bed that he’ll love. I swallow then pick it then throw it on the conveyer belt. The cashier tells me the balance in a loud grumpy voice. I give her a small closed mouth smile and reach for a twenty. I hand her the money, she gives me back my change not even enough for bottled water. I pack the groceries in my environmentally friendly bag and exit the store.
I wonder if Shawn has left yet while I search the parking lot and spot his motorcycle. I smile in remembrance of it. It was the same bike he had taken from his father and insisted I go on a joyride with. Then I was adventurous. I practically jumped on with the offer. I was scared but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. I run my fingers along the seat. It’s warm to the touch, the leather baking in the sun. I shake my head I can feel my ponytail bob with the movement; I cup my eyes from the beam of light and search for my car. I spot my car and rummage through my purse searching for the keys as I do I hear my cell phone ring.
“ Hello” I say as I hold it between my ear and head while I place the items in the seat next to me as I get in the car. It’s Philip he says the same thing he’s been saying every night for the last four months that he will be working late and not to wait up. I place my phone back in my purse then take my face in my hands looking down I try not to think about what I’ve been wondering for the last three months. I push it out of my mind when I hear the loud sounds of a motorcycle. I contemplate does two wrongs make a right?
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