27 February 2013
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Entering the large office she felt her mood change. The relief of seeing her fathers chair empty made her heart skip happily, and the absence of scattered paper on the long varnished wooden table made what had been a gloomy day into a amazingly happy one.
Her dad rarely left that office now, there is only two reasons he would go out with guys... The first being a high risk disposal needing more hands and experience, the other being a disposal gone wrong and he had to travel to clean up the mess. Either way, she'd get the afternoon off. Running upstairs, not bothering to follow the warm pipes she slipped, catching herself just in time she used the energy that would have taken her down to propel her forwards. She had some free time, and she new exactly what she wanted to do with it.
Faster than her hopes grew, they dispersed. Her heart sank further than usual, she'd assumed that because of the rain, outside training would be out. But laid out for her was a practical outfit... A outfit that would be both inconspicuous, but easy to move around in. In all, wearing these clothes made her look and feel like a low end chav, and she didn't really care if that made her seem "spoilt" or "snooty".
Pulling on the black velvet track suit bottoms, and matching jacket, she could feel her soul crumble. The lowest point was putting in the large gold hoop earrings and tying her long blonde hair back... She hated that the look suited her.
"Dora, the guys are in the truck waiting for you" Nusa, the Romanian Housekeeper yelled. Her accent seemed to make the situation more harsh. There would be no point in questioning the woman as to why, or where she was going. Clearly today was going to be different. She could feel in in her bones, and it seemed to anchor her heart to the bottom of her stomach.
Slamming the door behind her, she slid into the black shiny double cab truck.
©Odd 27/02/13
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