BENNETT, adelyna clarisse

[jennah]

-- adelyna clarisse bennett. eighteen. senior. model.

aubrey yawned as she rolled over in her bed to look at the clock. her eyes widened, as she realized she over slept. she could have sworn she set her alarm clock the night before, but apparently she hadn't. she flung the covers off herself, and onto the other side of her bed. she ran to the bathroom, quickly pulled over her pajamas and hoped in the shower, forgetting it took the water a little bit to get warm. she screamed as she was showered with cold water, today was already turning out to be a bad day. she quickly washed her hair and washed herself as the water grew warmer. it was only a quick shower, maybe two minutes, then she hopped out, and pulled a towel off the shower curtain rod. she wrapped the towel around herself, and went to the mirror to blow dry her hair. once she finished that she went out to the closet and pulled a red dress off the hanger. she ran back to the bathroom, and slipped it on, then back into her room to get a little but of jewelry. she grabbed a bracelet, earrings, and necklace. she put them on as she ran down the steps to the kitchen. normally she wouldn't have gone to the kitchen, but she needed to take her pills. and she didn't want oliver to see her take them while at work, no one was supposed to know. she grabbed a glass filled it up with some water and swallowed down her pill. she ran to the door slipped on a pair of flip-flops, and locked the door behind her. she raced to her car which was parked on the side of the road. she pulled open the passenger side door, and got in. then she realized she forgot her purse, so she ran back to the door, but her keys were in her purse, and she had locked the door. she remember she put a spare key somewhere she just couldn't think of where it was. she checked by the lights near the front door, then near the flower pots, but she couldn't find it. finally after five minutes of searching she pulled up the mat and found it there. she quickly shoved the key in the hole, and unlocked the door, trying to think of her her purse was. it wasn't on the chair near the door like it usually was. she rubbed her temples as she looked around the room. after a couple minutes of looking, she went upstairs and found it lying under a pair of jeans on the floor. she picked it up and flew down the stairs, locked the door once more, put the spare key under the rug, and went to her car for the second time this morning. she started the car, and started on her way. but the speed limit wasn't very high on these roads, and there were loads of speed bumps. she went as fast as she could without flying over the bumps.

finally she got off the roads with all the speed bumps, they were the less busy roads, it was mainly so people didn't speed at hit little children by their homes. now that she was on the busier roads she could go a bit faster, until she got stuck in traffic. she was already about ten minutes late, and it was still another fifteen minutes to the cafe where they were supposed to meet. she kept looking at the clock in her car, hoping by some miracle time would rewind or stand still. she couldn't believe she overslept, this job was so important to her, and she was late again. and she was growing later by the minute. but oliver was punctual, he was probably a little early even. she smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. its just just going to be a bad day. it already was, but it was going to get worse. she and oliver had gotten off to a bad start, and neither of them liked each other very much. but he was so serious, and just.. ugh. she wished they didn't have to work together. but they had to, so she was try to make the best of it. traffic was at a stand still, and she was really annoyed now. she looked at her hair in the mirror, she didn't even have time to do her hair. it was just long, and slightly wavy as usual. finally traffic started moving again, a whole five miles an hour. she could have walked there faster at this rate. at least she wasn't feeling depressed now, the pills must have been working. she looked nervously at the clock, she tried to ignore it but she couldn't. she found herself constantly looking at the clock, as if it would do anything. maybe it wasn't even worth getting up and going. besides, they hated each other anyway, there was no getting around that. she tapped the steering wheel with her index finger as they inched slowly along the crowded road. she was determined not to give up on this. this might be her big break. she wanted to become a famous photographer, and this really could be her chance. besides, maybe it would get better? she tried to make herself think it would get better, but in all honesty, she really didn't think it was. she figured she'd loose he job for being late all the time, or something like that. then what would she do? none of this was helping her get over her depression, but at least it was under control. she really wished she didn't have to take medicine though. she just wished she could come out of it, and everything would be fine. but it just didn't happen like that. aubrey glanced one more time at the clock in her car, she was twenty minutes late. she played with her hair nervously, this just wasn't good.

it was only about five minutes to the cafe, but it would probably be at least double that in the traffic. at least she could use the traffic as an excuse. well, she wasn't totally lying. there was a ton of traffic. she didn't need to tell him about sleeping in a little bit. it wasn't her fault the alarm clock, she honestly thought she set it. it was just a little mistake. so that was it, the traffic would be her excuse, it wasn't exactly a lie. but if she would have woken up and left where she was supposed to, she wouldn't be in all the traffic. and she could have gotten some breakfast, she was pretty hungry. all she had was some water and her pill. and she didn't dare take anymore time to get some breakfast at the cafe, she was late enough. at least she had all her equipment in the car so they could be ready to go when she got there. if she got there. maybe he would have left by the time she got there. she could say she was sick. yes, that could work. or maybe that the car wasn't working. a flat tire, perhaps. she was really good at lying, she had done it all her life. making up excuses was her specialty. he probably wouldn't buy the 'flat' because she was supposed to be rich and have a fancy car, and house. her car was alright, she just said she didn't want to take out the nice cars and have something happen to them. she just wanted people to like her. and to think that she was a special person. a person with money. she stared at the clock, half an hour late, and she could see the cafe. she found a place to park, in the small parking lot behind the building. she walked in to the cafe, only thirty-two minutes late. at least it wasn't an hour. she saw oliver sitting at a table, and obviously he didn't look very happy. she wrinkled her nose as she approached the table. she made it look she was in a hurry. " sorry i'm late, you would not believe all the traffic " she said setting setting her camera on her lap as she looked out the window at all the cars outside the store inching along the crowded road. she kept her hand on the camera, and nervously tapped her index finger against. she hoped he'd buy the story. and she hoped he wouldn't be too mad. besides, it wasn't her fault, right? she couldn't control the traffic. she wasn't sure what to say. honestly she didn't want to really be here with him, and she didn't want to talk to him, so she didn't try to strike up a conversation. it was just work, they weren't friends. it didn't seem as if they would ever come to like each other. the smell of food made her just want something to eat even more. but if she woke up on time she would have had breakfast, so she really wasn't supposed to be hungry. and she didn't get her cup of coffee so she was still pretty tired. but she couldn't act it. she had to pretend to be awake, and have a full stomach.

jenna. almost fifteen. eastern standard timezone.