Sunny

This was not my lounge in fact I wasn’t even in a lounge. This place had those big cushy chairs that you could just sink into. In the middle was a little marble table. Oh and the plants there were so many of the plants. My hay fever was going to go insane in this room.

As I was admiring the room I saw a figure. A woman she looked like she was in her late 20s. Her skin was dark and her hair was tied in a bun. Maybe she was using one of those donut things. She wore a gold choker, ( How rich were these people?) a light blue oversized shirt with a navy set of blazer and pants. Altogether she looked amazing. I was too busy studying her outfit and forgot to look at the shard of clay in her hand.

She started to inch closer to me slowly. Once she was within an arms reach of me. The woman started swinging the shard at me like a maniac. For once I actually feared for my life I grabbed the closest object to me…a paperweight, great. Couldn’t my hand have been a little better at grabbing something?

Since I had grabbed was the most useless weapon ever all I could do was duck while she kept trying to slash at me. This woman was a maniac. She actually managed to draw some blood. It stung so bad when the clay made a mark on my skin. I didn’t have time to look at the blood though.