Maya's phone slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. She sank onto her bed, frozen, staring at nothing. Shock wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, her mind screaming, What the actual...? No, no, no this can't be real. She didn't know what had just happened, and her chest tightened in a way that made breathing feel impossible.
The next morning, she dragged herself to the office, clutching a brown cardboard box. Her coffee mug, notebook, favourite pen... all the little pieces of her life now crammed into the box. Every step felt heavier than the last. Why is everything so impossible today? Turning a corner, she collided with a tall man. The box tipped, sending papers, her mug and pens scattering across the floor. Oh, are you kidding me?! she thought, scrambling to scoop everything up.
Without looking up, she muttered, her frustration spilling out: "You arrogant...bratty... seriously, who even- ugh!"
"Ugh, just my luck. Today is literally the worst day ever."
The man didn't move. Didn't glance down. Didn't flinch. And Maya, too distracted to notice, continued muttering and picking up her scattered belongings. Her thoughts raced, Does he even care? Does anyone care? Ugh, just leave me alone, you stupid-blah! By the time she finally looked up, he had moved. She blinked, stunned, and muttered under her breath, Oh... the bratty idiot left. Great. he didn't even help.
INSIDE:
Casually, he strode into the office, flanked by two bodyguards. Whispers spread across the room.
"CEO's here... CEO's here!"
The staff scrambled back to their stations, pretending to work. The manager appeared behind the CEO, panicked: "Is that the work you are being told to do?!"
The CEO ignored him, walking past rows of workers as though they didn't exist. The manager shouted again, and the staff hurriedly resumed typing.
Maya, still kneeling on the floor, muttered, Of course. Why would today go smoothly? Why would anything ever go right for me? she pulled out her phone to call an Uber. "Nothing. No cars anywhere. seriously?! Are you kidding me? No Uber. Not a single car. My day can't possibly get worse than this... oh wait, it probably will." Her jaw tightened
Frustrated beyond words, she called Uncle Rob. Within minutes, his car pulled up outside the office, and she climbed in, dragging her box onto the seat. Finally, someone getting me out of the nightmare.
At home, she changed into pyjamas and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe sleep will fix everything. Maybe tomorrow... maybe tomorrow won't be this awful"
Then, suddenly the doorbell rang.