New Beginning

It was quite a hectic day considering all the news I had just gathered. My mind was not really settled on what kind of reality show I was living. As I bid the last of Mr.Dior's guests goodbye the room shook of the eco made by the slammed door.Silence, finally something that I was actually comfortable with.I decided to place myself in the higher ranks and finally get to rest on what they called a bed.A tour of my house is what I actually needed.No one would actually believe that the most I saw of it all my life was never past the staircase.

Rushing to the rooms, footsteps of aged feet that surprisingly run actively could be heard. The first room to my right was widely opened and screamed pink. I had read a few books that portrayed young girls to love the colour .This brought the idea that maybe the room belonged to me.

The tip of my fingers have never been more alive as I felt the roughness of the paint that gave the room life.This seemed like enough for me to learn for the day but curiosity was still driving me into the famous Mr.Diors room.

I imagined it would be a one of dark paint, having tattered curtains that was actually for the best to at least get a ray of sunlight into the room.To my surprise, it was the most beautiful place I had set eyes on.The golden brown curtains,the well furnished set of chairs, the king sized bed,the piano that was kept company by the flutes and the guitar,the fluffy carpet that began to soften my feet and make them forget of the hardwork they had been through.The scent of Mr.Dior's room still claimed him to be the owner.But what attracted me the most was his small office that hid in the corner of the room.Persuing the files and files that were in his room,a particular document caught my eye.An application to join the FBI taskforce.

It's not that I had any idea of what that meant it just seemed promising because I was smart enough to know what a job application was.I managed to fill the whole application but one thing was not really certain, the most important thing,my sir name.All my life I've only known myself as Anastasia as my father would call me.But since I knew that children were given their fathers sir name, I went ahead and called myself Anastasia Dior .If I could take this moment back, and rewrite my name,I would because this is the worst mistake I had ever made.

A bright light struck my eye leaving them blinking as they struggled to return to the world of reality.Of course,I had slept on the floor .The comfort of the bed seemed rather disturbing and my body only knew to sought sleep where it was most uncomfortable.The application I filled was the second thing that led me out of the door.

I knew the hours of the mail man since his steeps were my wake up call early in the morning as he made his delivery to Mr.Dior

"Good morning" he said. My eyes widened as I had no idea of what to say in response."Thankyou,it seems like a good morning"courageously I spoke.The man took my mail giving me a hesitant smile and then he left. That was like a milestone for me,it gave me a hint of what the rest of the day would be like since I was hoping the job interview would go well.

The Job at the Casin Coffee shop that was offered to me by one of the mourners the previous day. This gave me a little hope of a new beginning but deep down only the mail man knew what was coming for me.