Today is the day I turn a new leaf! It been a hectic year and it is time to stop pitying myself and get out there! Life is worthless if I spend it dwelling on the pain and the only place the worth lies in is in the struggle. But the reality is I was still running from the demons that plagued my very soul encasing it in a cage that resembled the beater box from the movie Uncle Buck. Little did I know that my world was about to change along with the birth of winter.

A violent shiver riddled a small petit woman casing her legs to hit a rusty door handle and her head to slam against hard plastic. The frosty windows sheilded the depressing image allowing the small skeletal like figure slip into an old blouse and little knit sweater. They were outdated and their true colors had long since faded away as nervous fingertips buttoned the worn fabric. Then came the oversized pencil skirt and worn slipper shoes sliding into their designated places. A cloud of chilled air escaped icy pink lips as two small blue pools regarded the frost that collected outside the window.

“Today will be different! I have to stop this maddness,” The young woman proclaimed. Her voice was filled with strain and her heart hung in the bowels of her hips unable to flutter.

The streets of a buzzing city….where people did not care to stop and ask about who you were and what story you held. A perfect place to wollow in the caves of ones sorrows because not one person could look you in the eye. It was these streets that the starving female wandered. The cold would be rolling in and she could not afford to spend another winter in the piece of junk. It had not moved for a year and a half from a small parking lot that rested next to Willington Law Firm. The car rested there almost as if a memorial to past battles that had been lost or won for the employees at the firm and on this bright chilly day it would be the first time the witnessed its occupant stroll through their rotating glass doors.

The tile glistened under her scuffed flats as she headed for the designated floor. The ohones a whirl as the elevatored shuttled her to the top floor. They were plea calls to the owner to accept the poor girl’s application! To have some generosity to a girl in need and the owner who was in need of a secretary replied to every phone call with a silent “Ill take that into consideration.”

The sickly car living girl’s name was Emily and it was her stomach who had coaxed her finally into applying for some sort of job! She was shuffled past dark stained desks and into an office her slightly knotted hair brushing her cheeks. Emily’s stomach had twisted and there she stood her weight leaning on her right leg as she pondered her fate. The older gentlemen smiled his lips curling as he gave the job of secretary so easily to her and commanding she begin at that moment. A twist of emotions rattled inside her rib cage as she sat at her desk filing papers, typing up mindless documents, answering phones, and greeting cleints.

Emily felt her mind swirl as she filed her stomach walls vibrating as someone presented himself at the desk. “Good Morning! Do you have an appointment,” greeted Emily slightly irritated at her hunger situation!

Today is the day I turn a new leaf! It been a hectic year and it is time to stop pitying myself and get out there! I guess you could say my trouble started with walking in on my ass of an ex boyfriend cheating on me. Heck, I don’t even know why I was dating him! He liked to play wow all day and way like 300 pounds of lard! Well on top of kicking him out, my boss fired me so that the cute little slut he was having an affair with could be closer to him. …Sure enough I found myself living in my old beater box of a car. Had I known what would come of my sudden strength to start over again I would have flat out ran the other way!


Sky scrappers reached up towards the skies as the sun slowly started to cook the frost off the concrete sidewalks. Hot dog vendors tugged their carts about, news stands began setting up their displays, and cars began to line the streets. This was the usual morning of the city and in a law firm parking lot sat one piece of junk. The windows fogged up and one petite framed girl. Her name was Casidy Warington and this young 21 year old was gearing up for her fifth interview. She had long brown hair that was a tad frizzy and hung limp around her thin face. Her bright blue eyes hiding behind thick frames.

Casidy being very small and only 5’3 easily wiggled around her car slipping on stockings, flats, a long skirt, and a grannie sweater. She was moving fast not really paying to much attention to her appearance. She grabbed her resume and scuttled out of her car slamming the door causing her car to shake. Casidy briskly walked in the crisp air as it cut through her ugly sweater her stomach turning as she rounded the corner into Johnson’s law firm. She stood in the elevator as it zoomed her to her destination and her odd appearance stood out like a swore thumb. She looked like a train wrek but had the personality of a saint. The doors opened and Casidy took a deep empowering breathe as she walked on the plush carpet.

The secrtary behind the front desk giving her a smug smirk as she held back a laugh from her botoxed cheeks. It was obvious she was hear for an interview with Mr. Johnson himself and sure enough there he stood. He was a portly old man and smiled sympathetically ushered her to his office. Casidy’s interview flew by as she surprised the man with her resume winning herself a job at the firm as a secretary. Well of course this is the abridged version of what happened that day! What’s important is what started after two weeks of working at the firm.

The first few inches of snow had fallen the night before and Casidy shivered in her now dead car. Her fingertips thumbing over the paper. Her lips were bright blue as she shivered violently. “There’s got to be a place I can afford near by,” she groaned. Her eyes filling with tears of frustration. There at the bottom was a godsend! It was a request for a room mate to contribute 50 dollars a week to a three bedroom apartment. “JACK POT!!!!!!!!” She screamed hitting her head on her roof and whimpering.

She skipped down the slippery sidewalks to E 3rd street apartment building 12. There were all updated brick buildings with cozy stone stoops and trees lining the side walk here and there. She found the building and took a deep breathe surveying the situation. There was a beautiful park two blocks away and resturants lining the street across the way. Casidy felt her heart jump in her chest as she knocked on the landlord’s door.

“Why hello dear can I help you,” greeted a small hunched over old woman.
“Yes, I’m here on behalf of the add for a room mate,” smiled Casidy pointing at the add in her hand.

“Ah, good. We hadn’t had any bites for over two weeks! Just sign the papers and Ill show you were you’ll be. The tenants in that apartment put me in charge of their room mate situation,” explained the old woman as Casidy signed.

“All done,” grinned Casidy. The old woman pointed to the stair case, “third floor apartment 6”

Casidy nodded her hands shaking as she carried a suitcase and paperwork up the stairs. She had brought everything in two bags but as she stood out the door way she could feel her heart pounding in fear. Her knees buckled as she knocked on the door…..what had she gotten herself into…..