Alittle Long but a Start!
It was early in the morning when the sun had just started to raise that Liz finally awake to start a new day. Okay so she groaned as her alarm clock when after an hour after the sun had come up, but still she was awake. She stretched out her legs and arms and then looked around the apartment. It was once again a mess since she had been working late at the restaurant coupled with being at class all day.
She slowly dragged herself over to her closet, looking for something to wear. To her this morning it just had to be something. She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black top with white trim on the sleeves. Written on the shirt was a phrase that seemed not to fit her at all “I’m sorry, I was practicing my ignoring exercise while you were speaking.” She sighed as her pools of evergreen beheld the sight of her in the mirror. She always thought she was a bit too skinny and too pale. She also though her hair should have been one color, but the light brown had natural highlights. She knew most people would kill to get that kind of highlights. She took a brush to hair, pulling her bangs back into a bum type ponytail with the rest of her hair.
She started her day with her normal cup of hot tea and a breeze over the morning paper. As she waited for her tea to heat up, she took a long look out of her window. The city was buzzing was the normal activity of people trying to get work, the traffic jams, the horns blaring, as well as the people who walked to work. From the top of the seventh story it looked like a tidal wave of grays, blacks, dark blues, and other odd random colors had invaded the sidewalks. She sipped her tea as she grabbed her purse and felt around for her keys, which she found to be in her purse. She sighed softly as she just shook her hand then grabbed her book bag. She took one last look over her apartment then shut the door.
As Liz locked her door, her neighbor across the hallway opened the door. There in the door stood a short stocky figure with gray hairs cover by a bandanna which was tied securely under her neck. Her glasses were as thick as coke bottles but it brought out her big blue eyes. She taste in clothes and her smell was enough to drive anyone but that’s why Liz just smiled.
“Hey Ms. Marcella. It’s nice to see you up and about to today.” Liz smiled as she tried to lock the door.
“Well Elizabeth, My grandson came by and stayed with me after the surgery. You should meet him some day.” She smiled, showing a mouth full of gums instead of her normal teeth.
“I’ll be sure to do that sometime. I have to go class now. If you need anything don’t be afraid to stop by or leave me a note alright?” Liz finally got the door to lock then turned to start walking to the elevator. “Bye Ms. Marcella.”
“Bye Liz.” She waved as the elevator doors closed.
Liz let out a long held sigh. It seemed everyone had someone they wanted her to meet. Last week, her friend for class wanted her to meet her boyfriend’s best friend at the club where they normally hang out. Well...To be honest…he was cute...compare to a dead guy. He found War hammer exciting and every time he spoke, she got a shower of salvia. His glasses where thicker then Ms. Marcella’s and smelled twice as bad.
As the elevator doors open, she head out of the building and into the sea of people. ‘So what’s wrong with being single’ she thought. After so many bad relationships she swore off guys after she moved to the city. Then she met Rich, which only confirmed her belief. Only after two weeks, he confused to her that he was gay and only wanted to date her to look straight. Well…that’s plausible…until he dated her roommate a few days later. So that’s when she moved into the apartment that was just a block away from the school complex.
It was the first week of the new quarter, so Liz had to once again pull out her schedule and check where her class where. She had been at University for almost 3 years and still had a hard time finding some places. The college campus spread over 4 or 5 of the city with a few building and dorms outside the city limits, all accessible by the school’s bus system.
“Let’s see Psychology in White at 10:30, College Math in White at 1, then Accounting 2 at 3.” She pulled out another white piece of paper and sighed softly “and I work at 5 until close. Great. At least I get over time this week.” She smiled as her headed down the street over two more blocks to get to the White building.
Liz took the stairs up instead of the elevator because it was always faster in her mind. She hurried up 3 flights and pulled open the door to only be plowed into by books. She fall back and put her hands down to keep herself from falling back down the stairs. She then looked up to see what had knocked her down.
There in front of her stood a guy about 6 feet in a white dress shirt and pair of blue jeans. His face was cover by the books in his hands. “Sorry about that. I didn’t see you there.” He called from back behind the books.
Liz looked down at her watch to see it was only 9:30, which made her laugh to herself as she stood up and dusted herself off. “You look like you could use a hand there. I’ve got time if you need help.” She smiled as the guy just stood there.
“Umm well I’m trying to get to room...” He seemed to struggle with the numbers as Liz took a few of the books off the top. “Thanks…but I could have...”
“No problem, you probably need help if you can’t even remember the room number.” She smiled once again as she looked at the guy’s face. His complexion was somewhere between white and tan. His hair was a sandy blonde and rather short almost spiky but the thing that seem make Liz stop and stare where his deep icy blue eyes. She blinked and shook it off.
“ROTC right?” She looked down at the book, which had Army stuff all over the cover but a few of the other books had Navy stuff on them as well.
“Yup, I just move here so cut me some slack.” The guy moved his hands to get a better grip on the books he had left.
“I am…I’m not letting you carry these books alone. The ROTC wing is this way, if you don’t mind following a civilian.” Liz teased as she turned to walk towards the lounge of the floor. The guy followed without saying another word. They made their way past the lounge area and the hall with all the ROTC pictures and military pictures.
“The storage room is 304...and the class rooms are 305 through 310.” Liz stopped and looked around at the pictures.
“304…that was it.” He smirked “And to think a civilian had to show me the way.” He teased as he made his way to the room.
Liz opened the door so he could just walk right in. She sat the books down on top of the other books then walked out. “Well you take it easy and I hope things go well for you.” Liz started to walk back to the class that she had pasted before.
“Thanks for the help. Maybe we could talk sometime later.” He smiled which caused his whole face to light up.
As Liz turned back and smile, she stayed fixed on his eyes. This caused her to miss that turn the building took and ran into a wall. She stopped as she felt the pain shot though her face and turned to walk it off like nothing happened at all. She kept her eyes foreword though the rest of walk.
The rest of the day seem to drag on as she didn’t notice anything else but kept her mind of his eyes. By the time 4:30 rolled around, she realized it was time for her to head to work. Work was fun on busy days, but she still managed to make enough in tips to get her though a few weeks.
George’s was a favorite college and military hang out. It was often referred to as the heart of the city, but those like Liz who worked their referred to it as hell. It was an 8 hour shift of being on your feet with an hour off for lunch or to breath, which ever would take the least amount of time. Liz usually changed at work since there wasn’t time to go back to the apartment and get there on time.
She came out of the bathroom in the nice black dress slacks with the dark blue polo shirt. Across the top of the pocket, was George’s stretched in bright green. She made sure her name tag was straight on under the name and let out a soft sigh. Her shoes where those nice non-slip-ugly-as-hell black shoes that were require for work that made her feet hurt.
“You get the non-smoking area again. Table 6 and 7 are already seated for ya.” The hostess smiled as she handed Liz the apron of a slave. She put it on and tied it without a sweat as she walked up to the first table.
“Can I take your order?” She smiled as she looked to the people sitting there. As the guy fumbled with the menu, she could already tell this was going to be a long night.
She slowly dragged herself over to her closet, looking for something to wear. To her this morning it just had to be something. She pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black top with white trim on the sleeves. Written on the shirt was a phrase that seemed not to fit her at all “I’m sorry, I was practicing my ignoring exercise while you were speaking.” She sighed as her pools of evergreen beheld the sight of her in the mirror. She always thought she was a bit too skinny and too pale. She also though her hair should have been one color, but the light brown had natural highlights. She knew most people would kill to get that kind of highlights. She took a brush to hair, pulling her bangs back into a bum type ponytail with the rest of her hair.
She started her day with her normal cup of hot tea and a breeze over the morning paper. As she waited for her tea to heat up, she took a long look out of her window. The city was buzzing was the normal activity of people trying to get work, the traffic jams, the horns blaring, as well as the people who walked to work. From the top of the seventh story it looked like a tidal wave of grays, blacks, dark blues, and other odd random colors had invaded the sidewalks. She sipped her tea as she grabbed her purse and felt around for her keys, which she found to be in her purse. She sighed softly as she just shook her hand then grabbed her book bag. She took one last look over her apartment then shut the door.
As Liz locked her door, her neighbor across the hallway opened the door. There in the door stood a short stocky figure with gray hairs cover by a bandanna which was tied securely under her neck. Her glasses were as thick as coke bottles but it brought out her big blue eyes. She taste in clothes and her smell was enough to drive anyone but that’s why Liz just smiled.
“Hey Ms. Marcella. It’s nice to see you up and about to today.” Liz smiled as she tried to lock the door.
“Well Elizabeth, My grandson came by and stayed with me after the surgery. You should meet him some day.” She smiled, showing a mouth full of gums instead of her normal teeth.
“I’ll be sure to do that sometime. I have to go class now. If you need anything don’t be afraid to stop by or leave me a note alright?” Liz finally got the door to lock then turned to start walking to the elevator. “Bye Ms. Marcella.”
“Bye Liz.” She waved as the elevator doors closed.
Liz let out a long held sigh. It seemed everyone had someone they wanted her to meet. Last week, her friend for class wanted her to meet her boyfriend’s best friend at the club where they normally hang out. Well...To be honest…he was cute...compare to a dead guy. He found War hammer exciting and every time he spoke, she got a shower of salvia. His glasses where thicker then Ms. Marcella’s and smelled twice as bad.
As the elevator doors open, she head out of the building and into the sea of people. ‘So what’s wrong with being single’ she thought. After so many bad relationships she swore off guys after she moved to the city. Then she met Rich, which only confirmed her belief. Only after two weeks, he confused to her that he was gay and only wanted to date her to look straight. Well…that’s plausible…until he dated her roommate a few days later. So that’s when she moved into the apartment that was just a block away from the school complex.
It was the first week of the new quarter, so Liz had to once again pull out her schedule and check where her class where. She had been at University for almost 3 years and still had a hard time finding some places. The college campus spread over 4 or 5 of the city with a few building and dorms outside the city limits, all accessible by the school’s bus system.
“Let’s see Psychology in White at 10:30, College Math in White at 1, then Accounting 2 at 3.” She pulled out another white piece of paper and sighed softly “and I work at 5 until close. Great. At least I get over time this week.” She smiled as her headed down the street over two more blocks to get to the White building.
Liz took the stairs up instead of the elevator because it was always faster in her mind. She hurried up 3 flights and pulled open the door to only be plowed into by books. She fall back and put her hands down to keep herself from falling back down the stairs. She then looked up to see what had knocked her down.
There in front of her stood a guy about 6 feet in a white dress shirt and pair of blue jeans. His face was cover by the books in his hands. “Sorry about that. I didn’t see you there.” He called from back behind the books.
Liz looked down at her watch to see it was only 9:30, which made her laugh to herself as she stood up and dusted herself off. “You look like you could use a hand there. I’ve got time if you need help.” She smiled as the guy just stood there.
“Umm well I’m trying to get to room...” He seemed to struggle with the numbers as Liz took a few of the books off the top. “Thanks…but I could have...”
“No problem, you probably need help if you can’t even remember the room number.” She smiled once again as she looked at the guy’s face. His complexion was somewhere between white and tan. His hair was a sandy blonde and rather short almost spiky but the thing that seem make Liz stop and stare where his deep icy blue eyes. She blinked and shook it off.
“ROTC right?” She looked down at the book, which had Army stuff all over the cover but a few of the other books had Navy stuff on them as well.
“Yup, I just move here so cut me some slack.” The guy moved his hands to get a better grip on the books he had left.
“I am…I’m not letting you carry these books alone. The ROTC wing is this way, if you don’t mind following a civilian.” Liz teased as she turned to walk towards the lounge of the floor. The guy followed without saying another word. They made their way past the lounge area and the hall with all the ROTC pictures and military pictures.
“The storage room is 304...and the class rooms are 305 through 310.” Liz stopped and looked around at the pictures.
“304…that was it.” He smirked “And to think a civilian had to show me the way.” He teased as he made his way to the room.
Liz opened the door so he could just walk right in. She sat the books down on top of the other books then walked out. “Well you take it easy and I hope things go well for you.” Liz started to walk back to the class that she had pasted before.
“Thanks for the help. Maybe we could talk sometime later.” He smiled which caused his whole face to light up.
As Liz turned back and smile, she stayed fixed on his eyes. This caused her to miss that turn the building took and ran into a wall. She stopped as she felt the pain shot though her face and turned to walk it off like nothing happened at all. She kept her eyes foreword though the rest of walk.
The rest of the day seem to drag on as she didn’t notice anything else but kept her mind of his eyes. By the time 4:30 rolled around, she realized it was time for her to head to work. Work was fun on busy days, but she still managed to make enough in tips to get her though a few weeks.
George’s was a favorite college and military hang out. It was often referred to as the heart of the city, but those like Liz who worked their referred to it as hell. It was an 8 hour shift of being on your feet with an hour off for lunch or to breath, which ever would take the least amount of time. Liz usually changed at work since there wasn’t time to go back to the apartment and get there on time.
She came out of the bathroom in the nice black dress slacks with the dark blue polo shirt. Across the top of the pocket, was George’s stretched in bright green. She made sure her name tag was straight on under the name and let out a soft sigh. Her shoes where those nice non-slip-ugly-as-hell black shoes that were require for work that made her feet hurt.
“You get the non-smoking area again. Table 6 and 7 are already seated for ya.” The hostess smiled as she handed Liz the apron of a slave. She put it on and tied it without a sweat as she walked up to the first table.
“Can I take your order?” She smiled as she looked to the people sitting there. As the guy fumbled with the menu, she could already tell this was going to be a long night.