Sanjana's+Short+Story

media type="custom" key="2991274" Today was the day I realized my life was no longer Christian Loubutin shoes and Jimmy Choo purses. I realized when life kicks you in the ass it hurts, hurts more than anything in this world. "May I help you" A Pasty faced Barbie was staring at me. "I'll take the Denny's deluxe with scrambled eggs and pancakes with no butter, " I sounded like my voice was dead. When she was writing her eyebrows went up like that 'uhm, I see you're cutting down, so when are you going to head the gym now size2' "Would you like anything to drink with that" "No well the Denny's deluxe is to go, but I'll have a coffee thank you" "Oh, okay" Take That, Bitch. The bell above the door rang, it reminded me of this candy store back where I lived, I hated it because it always gave you a false sense of comfort. Devin walked in and started shifted his eyes from the counter, to me. "Hey, what's wrong, why were your crying on the phone?" " Brian Dumped me"- I felt a ball a drop in my throat. "Aw why," " For sleeping with my boss, well his new daughter fixed the bulb that sparked the romance between his wife and him so he kinda left me to rot" "so what about your job" " Well its 10:56 and I am at Denny's Yeah I still have it" " You can threaten him or something, didn't you guys like go to Italy" "Yeah on a business trip, we didn't take any pictures, and like the only thing I have of his is car payment" " Here you go love, 9.50" the Barbie was replaced by the most comforting Ms Butterworth. "thanks, seems like I don't have my wallet" I think Devin is pretty accustomed to my plead, but. "here I'll pay" It did work! But crap I am crying. "Woah Wendy calm down, everything will be fine." "Why, What reason do I have to Calm down, Dev. I have no JOB, and my APPARTMENT has an eviction cause my boss hates me and ALL MY SHIT IS IN THAT" " Wendy stop, There must be something you can do, I mean you're not married how can he wipe you out" "What what do I have left Ryan, my life's in the toilet. And it's clogging the damn thing up. Not Flushing, overflowing the crap and stinking up my bathroom" "well, do you have do anything here" "No Can you drive me to my apartment I have to get atleast some things and" "How much do you need" he knew me better than the back of his "Roughly, I thing 2600" " TWO THOUSAND AND SIX HUNDERED DOLLARS, that's how much I make in about a whole month" "Please I'll pay you back immediately I don't have my ATM cart with me" "Fine" I knew that if took this money from Ryan, I would just owe him more and more and more, life I did all my life. When he drove me home, All I could take was my underwear. And the not all of them, my whole high society life was paid for by Liam, my egotistical selfish, greedy, and //handsome// boss. EVERYTHING. "Here you go 2600, I cant get cash right now" he handed me a check "This is great, Thanks so much RYAN, Again" shame was like my second skin right about now. "I'll load the stuff into my car, do you have the keys" "Yeah, I'll pay Stevie back" When I walked into Stevie's office I hated the stench of his cologne, it reminded me of when I used to live my sister's house, not like the scent of sugar at home. I guess for 18 years that scent had taken over my nose so It's always weird to smell pain and bitterness. "Hey yeah toots, ya got ma rent" – he spoke right out of his cigar. Not a class Cuban, like Liam's. "Here Stevie, this is my half I suppose Liam paid his off" 'Yeah, don't got yo sugadaddy any more, he told me that you owed him 2 hundered more" "What a prince, I only got this much right now"  "Well, I can ignore it if you" he gestured his hand like he was twisting a light bulb, or maybe he had a miniature pleasure stroke. But still it was as disgusting as disgusting comes.  "You skeez I am young enough to be your granddaughter. Douche bag." "No need fo'hostility baby, I was just proposin' a deal, Imma Businessman thas what we do, ya know"  "Well, I am a girl and this is what we do"- I think my nail polish was chiped off but my nail still looked good.  When I walked out he was looking in his back pack, it was like the first day of senior year. He still had the same car.  " Wendy, um I gotta get to work, Here drive up to my place I'll see you at 5 okay"  " Yeah okay thanks so much again, uhm how are you gonna get to work."  "Subway,Donnie is at home so"  "Oh kay thanks" Some how the appearance of my highschool sweet heart Donnie gave me feeling like no other. When I looked in the car it was barely anything, all my clothes, and high society life was all gone. I hate that my whole life was going into his wife's closet or his bank account. I knew I had to get my money and check back. There's gotta be something I could've done. I mean if he just fired me isn't there a way I can get the rest of my paycheck back. When I opened the door the image of divine beauty struck me, Donnie's ass. "Hey Wendy, Whats Crackin" "Hi Donald, pull your robe down" " Appreciate the prize,What brings you to my brothers humble abode" he smiled like I was doing him a 'favor' "Well, I lost my apartment, boyfriend, my job and my boss" "Bravo, my friend you lost all that in one day that's a new record set by anyone since the Great Depression" " Yeah, and the worst part is I didn't even get half of my paycheck" "Wh-yy"- he whined "Cause I didn't want to go back to my office and face the humiliation of all the 40 year old Cubic moms who don't have cable in their office" "They Knew?"- he scooped a whole spoon of fruit loops. And stuffed it in his mouth. "Yes, I guess it became pretty evident when they saw me and him making out in his office" "all of them?" "Of course not all of them, only his assistant who, is part of their league" I realized that his assistant must've cancelled my transaction, I mean or he made her. "What are you gonna do Wendy, with no money, looks like Monsterjobs.com is waiting" he laughed, that freeloading hobo, laughed at me. ……………….. Kevin was always my best friend, especially when it came to Liam, he knew that Liam was in it for the kicks. But I mean he was also mad that he was in charge of all the photo shoots so. "Hello, Wendy"- His voice sounded like an old lady from the call centers, who calls about your cheese. "Kevinn, how are you?" "Me, what about youu, I heard Liam dumped and blow torched your ass" "Lets not talk about that, can I ask you a favor" "Yes, the new regional label executive is Nina" I could hear his smile. " I bet she boned him for it, that filthy whore" I heard myself in Nina, but I was even worse. "Well, yeah so what are you doing, where are you staying" "At Devin's, I have a question, like hypothetically If I wanted to take a few random far away street shots of like a couple kissing of holding hands, how much is it" "No you're not"- he was so into it. "I need two like average looking models who have the same silhouette as Liam, and one of your best photographers" "You are such a bitch," he loved it "Well, not only that, but I am getting my money back" "How?"

Liam was absolutely street smart, he was always on his feet. He knew people, he knew how every kind of person worked. When he took over Harper Bazaar, he knew that it had escalated from an editorial page to a catalogue for the prep school kids. When i met him, he was so into the fact that an intelligent Yale graduate was at the shallow, disgusting Magazine expo. Although Harper Bazaar was the most intelligent of them all it still was a step down. I knew if i took that job, it would mean i would become what my English Professor called "a Katarina". His student Catherine Dreshell, was one of the most intelligent hard hitting journalists of the 21st century, but when she finally got to the real world. She gave in, she changed her name to Katarina Deshielle, and now she's the editor of vanity fair. I guess I didn't want to be her, but when Liam blessed me with an internship, that Time laughed in my face for, i met her. Catherine Dreshell the mousy frizzy haired English major from Yale was dressed head to toe in clothes that cost even more than my house. I mean i could have become an investigatory journalist, who goes to Istanbul and shoots secret terrorist propositions from under the poison ivy shrub, but i wasn't. I am not Devin.

"Hey Wend" he propped him backpack down "Hey Devman, whats wrong you look a little glum" "Well, you remember that family in queens i was covering, the one who was smuggled and lost their oldest daughter to a loan shark" "Yeah" Not really "My editor reassigned the story and now i have to do like editorials, cause i wanted him to pay for the secretive mission to catch one of the smugglers, and this could've been my big break. Any news broadcast, BBC, CNN and now" he was so passionate, his eyes were so dull. It was like the blue had transformed to this disgusting filthy color" "Aww, that sucks Devin, dont worry, soon you'll be like Dan Rathers or Geraldo Ramirez" "Wow, Wendy that's really comforting" he shot back "What, aren't they like good journalists." "No, they're disgusting, they're just posers" he walked away, he shook his head and he walked way. He had not right, i am make more money than he does, At least i used to. I get interviews with so many people, every day i meet a celebrity. Yeah, Paris Hilton. ................... When Kevin saw me his face became scrunched up, like he smelt a dogs ass. "Wendy McGee, what the hell is wrong with you. You look like, you look like Jodie Foster" "KEvin shut up, i am really not in the mood for this" "You're wearing skinny jeans and a sweat shirt" "Not right now, listen about the models-" "Honey i already have the photographer's role picked out, just say yes" he eased into his seat "Great, tommorow" "so how's life been to you" he put his hands on mine "it'll get better, but i think its time for me to get out of the fashion business, i am gonna apply for a position at time" "Ew that means you have to wear like suits" "Kevin, that doesn't matter, its my calling. It always was i just shut it up"