Morning all. Friday has arrived and so has the last prompt of the week. Are you ready? Great, then let’s get going. Ready, Set, write!!!!
I had a hard time stopping with this one. And in the end I condensed a whole bunch of things. I think this is a prompt I want to sit down with and pull apart like taffy, adding in all the bits I skimmed over. I like it. I wish i had more time for it today, but I will be jotting down some notes.
Friday, June 2nd: I am not an angry person.
“I am not an angry person,” Samantha said.
Kayla and Angela both snickered nastily. “Of course you are an angry person,” Kayla said. “How could you not be? You aren’t pretty like us and constantly complain about having to do all of the chores, even though clearly we aren’t going to be doing them. Anyone would be angry if they were born as unfortunate as you. Plain and ugly people like you do the work. Pretty people like us get the benefits.”
“It’s the natural order of things,” Angela agreed, nodding with her eyes wide. Samantha knew it was meant to make her look serious but always thought it made her look like a bobble head on a dashboard that was just smacked in the back of the head.
“We’ll just leave you here to let your temper cool,” Kayla said. She and Angela laughed and they walked towards the door.
“Being angry at something isn’t the same thing as being an angry person,” Samantha said.
“Sure,” Kayla said over her shoulder. “You keep thinking that.”
The two of them left, closing the door behind her. Samantha looked over the house. Most of her chores were done and at this point she only really had to tidy her own room. She sighed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She pulled up the incoming calls and checked for messages. Surely they had time to think this through, to make a decision.
She looked at the screen, willing a message to come through. It didn’t help. She sighed again and moved to slide the phone into her back pocket again. Before it reached the pocket, the phone dinged. She whipped the phone around and stared at the screen.
It was from them. Her fingers were shaking as she pulled up the message. Her heart stuttered as she realized she was approved. She had a place. All she had to do was come and sign the final paperwork. She could move in today if she wanted.
Samantha texted back that she would be by in a few hours. She sent the message off and then went to her room. It took less than an hour to pull all of her belongings into two suitcases. Before she took them out of her room, she peered out of the doorway and listened. The house was still empty. No one returned.
Samantha moved quickly down the hall and out of the front door. She loaded her suitcases into the trunk and locked them in where no one could see them. She then went back into the house and made a pass through, making sure nothing of hers was left behind. She closed her bedroom door and went back out to the car, making sure the front door locked behind her.
Samantha backed out of the drive slowly not wanting to look like she was rushing anywhere. She knew that the others would expect her to leave after she completed her chores. They would expect her to go to the library or something since she didn’t normally work on Saturdays.
She drove off in the direction of the library and only headed to the interstate on ramp when she was far away from her neighbors and anyone who would give any indication of where she went. Once everything was settled, she would send a text making her leaving official and to ensure no one reported her missing.
Samantha tried not to think too much into the future. She didn’t want to jinx things. She entered the interstate and merged with traffic. She kept driving and finally reached her destination. She was too nervous to listen to music, or to do anything but focus on her driving. When she arrived, everything went smoothly. She signed the papers and picked up her keys. The apartment was small, but it was furnished and not too far from work. She would be able to come and go as she pleased. No one would demand a large chunk of her paycheck for rent while making her do all of the family chores. No one would remind her that she was only accepted because of the work she put in while the others got to stay with no repercussions. Knowing the others were going through her mail, Samantha long ago switched everything to paperless that she could and took out a post office box for anything she couldn’t make paperless. The post office box was near her office. With her laptop she quickly changed her physical address on anything that needed it. After officially severing the ties she sat down and took a deep breath. She was free.
Ten til Midnight 