Another Excerpt
Posted by balletdancer51 on April 16, 2007
This is another excerpt from the same novel as before. This is the beginning to the first chapter.
Laura wasn’t special. She was tall, but not too tall, she was blonde, but not too blonde, and she looked like any other girl in the office. She sat at her desk, waiting for her sales order to open, lamenting her job and thinking of a million other places she’d rather be. People argued in the cubicle over, but she drowned out the noise and focused on the computer screen in front of her that still had yet to change. Her boss glanced at her with a scathing look, and she considered typing up her resignation while she waited on her too slow computer. She’d cried too much and given up too much of herself to this job. What the people around her didn’t seem to realize was that it was just that, a job. But these people were all older, this was all they had to look forward to for the rest of their lives, and she pitied them. For Laura, this was a way station, just a resting area on the road of her life. It paid the bills, but it wasn’t her future. She could walk out today, go be a waitress, and be just fine. They couldn’t, and deep down inside, she felt a sort of superiority in her youth.
At 20, Laura seemed to already have her life in order. She had the full-time corporate job, went to school full-time at night, and even had the boyfriend on the side. She wore a smile on good days and a grin on bad ones. It was the perfect life, for a 40 year old mother. At 20, Laura was dying inside. She ached for spontaneity, and just a little more challenge. Little did Laura know, she was about to embark on a journey that would try the soul, challenge the spirit, and leave her in the midst of an adventure that would change her doldrums existence forever.
‘Finally,’ she thought exasperated as the screen changed. Just as she was about to save her results, a little yellow envelope popped up at the bottom right corner of her screen. She sighed exasperatedly, and then continued on. It was probably yet another email from Monique with a task she could have easily done herself. ‘Well, she can wait,’ Laura thought, as her mouth quirked at the thought of her minute rebellious act.
