This couldn't be happening.
Things always went according to plan, and that was how Janice liked
them. She only felt comfortable when things were in order.
Everything had its own place: one place only. Every dust mite was
terminated and every minute of her life carefully
calculated.
That's why she didn't do well with people. She couldn't deal with all
of that emotional crap. They were all just faces to her. She avoided
contact with most people unless completely necessary, only if she knew they
would be of some use to her. She hated small talk. She rarely
communicated with strangers; her eyes were constantly glued to the ground.
People had always let her down in the past. But she was no fool.
She'd learned her lesson long ago.
All of this anxiety over a note, a stupid, stupid note.
How could he do this to her now? Things were finally starting to go her
way and then he had to bring her back there, swing her out of control
again. Right when things were just beginning to reach a level of normalcy.
He just didn't understand. Things were different now; she was
different now. He didn't know everything; he just couldn't. She knew
he was bluffing. She wouldn't let him win.
To top it all off she
was late, an offence she normally considered unforgivable. She
straightened her skirt and scurried off in a cloud of fear, confusion, and
aggravation.
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