Daydream

Anita's Pov


I wake up from a long night of people partying downstairs. My friends came, and they brought some friends that brought friends as well, then it all got out of control. I just stayed in my room, locked the door, put on my noise canceling headphones and drifted off to sleep. I open the door to my room and there is one of my friends (Michael) laying on the floor with a bottle of Hennessy in his hand. I skip, leap and fight my way through passed out drunk people in the hallway to the stairs. I almost fall, but don't. I grab onto the railing and slowly make my way down the steps. I can't believe that all of these people had a party.
You know, somebody told me to go upstairs and that I wasn't invited to the party. What do you mean I wasn't invited to a party that was thrown at MY house. I look around the place knowing that in a few hours, when everyone wakes up, I'm going to have to clean up this mess. I don't mind to be honest. I like cleaning. I do it when I'm stressed. Right now? I'm super stressed out. My boss won't cut me any slack. He keeps riding my ass, which I'm pretty sure he wants to anyways. He always stares at my breasts, glances at me with dark eyes, and last week he 'accidentally' dropped a stack of papers on the floor then when I went to pick them up, he leans over and enjoys the view. He didn't even try to help pick up the papers! Afterwards he had the nerve to ask me to organize them. I mean, of course I did it.. it's my job actually. I really hope this behavior doesn't last long.

Gosh...... I wish I had someone to vent to about all the stuff that goes on in my head. I don't want any guy. Most of the men nowadays are disrespectful. They either call me a hoe, a bitch, cat call me or call out to me saying "Damn, you fine as hell" First, I'm not wine! It cheese. I'm not fine. Am I pretty, yes. I'd say so. Gosh, this guy came up to me and said that and all I could think about was how pale he was. I don't have a problem with races. I love all people. My love for people come in a variety of forms shapes sizes and colors. It's just that he was too pale. Like this was the first time he'd been out in the sun for like two months.

I go back upstairs into my room, lock the door again to make sure nobody comes in and get dressed. After I finish putting on my clothes I head through the obstacle through the hallway, down the stairs again, out the door and pull out of the driveway in my car.

Notes

First chapter. Hope you all like it. Had to redo it a few times, but I think I got it down this time. Comment what you think you think. Vote and Subscribe :)