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Chapter One
Skye
Dear Diary,
This is the year I want to achieve at least one of my dreams. I’m not picky about which one.
Travel to Australia - Need to save $5000. I have $52.
Have an epic love affair - I have zero prospects.
Run a marathon- I need to lose 30 lbs and start training. Maybe I’ll do a 5K first.
I need to figure out a way to manifest at least one of these things. Unfortunately, I have to go to work right now and don’t have time to plan anything. I’m so fed up with my sucky jobs and horrible bosses. Something has to change or I will jump off of a cliff. Not really, but you know what I mean.
Chat soon,
Skye
“Why don’t you just quit?” My best friend, Elisabetta, stands at the entrance to my bedroom and pouts as I hurriedly brush my hair and attempt to put red lipstick on. “You know you hate that job.” Her voice is pained, as if she were the one rushing to get to another dead-end job.
“I can’t quit until I find another second job.” I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My long red hair is shiny and straight and my green eyes stand out against the gold eyeshadow and black eye liner. I put the hairbrush down and grab the white shirt that is a part of my self-proclaimed uniform. “It’s not the job of my dreams, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Let’s agree to disagree.” She plops herself down on my queen-size bed and sighs. “I wanted us to go out tonight.”
“I can’t quit my job just so we can go drinking, Elisa,” I shake my head as I gaze back at her. “We don’t all have rich dads that are willing to pay all of our bills.”
“It just sucks that you have to work Friday nights.” She sticks her tongue out at me. “We never hang out anymore. You’re always working.”
“That’s because I have three jobs.” I try to stifle a yawn. “I’m Queen Skye of the many jobs. That’s what tons of debt and dreams to travel will do to you.”
“But you hate all of your jobs,” she reminds me, as if I forgot in the last five minutes. “I have no idea how you can work nine to five as a personal assistant at a law firm each week, then two nights a week as a server, and as a dancer some weekends.” She waves her finger at me. “How are your student loans not completely paid off yet?”
“Because none of the jobs are paying me Elon Musk’s salary.” I tap my forehead. “Even though we have the same brain.”
“Sure.” She giggles as she stares at her nails. “Well, I hope I actually get to spend some time with you soon.”
“We will hang out on Sunday when we go on our picnic,” I remind her. I pull on my black slacks and stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t love the outfit, but Five Star Fresh Fish, the restaurant I work at, demands I wear slacks or a short skirt as a server and I’m not wearing a short skirt. “And maybe tomorrow evening as well, depending on how my blind date goes.”
“So that’s still on?” Elisabetta brushes her long black hair back and stares at her shiny red nails like she’s already ready for another manicure, even though she only got them done two days ago. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear yet?”
“No.” I purse my lips as I shake my head. “I don’t know if I should dress casually or super sexy. Camden says he likes his women in heels, but I don’t know if I want him to think he can dictate what I wear.” Camden is a guy I’ve been speaking to on a dating app for the last three weeks. His profile says he’s an investment banker looking for a woman to travel the world with. His photos show a cute blond man with baby blue eyes and dimples. The conversation has been mediocre, but I’m hopeful that we will have chemistry in person.
“I think it’s weird that a man you’ve never met before wants you to wear heels.” Elisabetta rolls her eyes. “I bet he has a foot fetish and just wants to suck on your toes all night.”
“I bet he doesn’t.” I laugh, though now my mind is filled with images of Camden on his knees begging to suck my toes. “I guess I should get a pedicure tomorrow morning, just in case though.”
