Baliha Chapter One: I love New York:
She walked through the busy streets of New York in amazement. She had never been to a city quite so large. She felt very uncomfortable in the high fashion streets of New York. The buildings seemed to loom over her watching her every move, every trespass her feet made.
She was like a fish out of water feeling that she did not come close to making a fashion statement in this city. Back home she was very stylish, but here she was two weeks out of date, she was last weeks fashion magazine, and here that was a fashion mistake.
People looked her up and down as she passed by as if to say “go back to the country you hick!” it could have just been the fact that she felt so out of place that she felt this, or it could have been true and it was exactly what people where thinking. She kept tugging at her clothes every few seconds think she was looking quite frumpy compared to the well dressed people walking by her. “I cant believe I wore this” she whispered to herself as she passed by a window looking at her appearance.
In reality she actually looked quite presentable and fashionable. She wore a long green, black and white patterned long V neck shirt with a black tie around the waste. The shirt went to her mid thigh and then underneath it she wore very dark straight leg jeans with beautiful silver pointy toed shoes. She had just recently got her hair cut and dyed. It was short and spiky in the back and towards the front it got longer and made a angle and then she had side swiped bangs, and all her hair was bright scarlet red. She matched her eye makeup with her outfit wearing a green tinged shadow making her green eyes exaggerated emeralds shining in her face. She looked quite beautiful. But she was never one to admit she was beautiful and would be more apt to tell people “my goodness I’m fat! You think your fat well Hun that must make me gigantic!” always knowing that she weighed more than the sticks that were walking by her and always being reminded every waking hour that she was considered to be way over weight.
She held in her hand a piece of paper that made her definitely look like a visitor. It had a great dealing of writing on it and a hand drawn map on scratched in pencil displaying main building she would see along the way to the AIB building. In her other hand she had one large suit case and a purse.
“This must be it.” she smiled when she found the AIB building. With a sign that read “Archaeology Investigation Building.” She mused at the large tower. It seemed to go on forever “The tower of Babel had nothing on this building” she stood in the middle of the sidewalk looking up with her mouth wide open.
The building was dark and almost sinister in appearance. Windows went up so far that it made her wonder how people could even look out of them, or what if someone jumped out of one. She imagined it for a moment it was so awful she smirked because all she could think about was a cartoon business man jumping out of one of the windows and coming down with a comic splat sound. She shook her head realizing how stupid she looked to anyone passing her by.
People where passing by oblivious to everything around them. Some of them where talking business on their cell phones, some where sipping on their café mochas. She looked at them waiting till a path was made available to get inside the building. When the crowd of oblivious people slowed down she tried and ran through to the building in front of her. She quickly rushed through and looked back at her accomplishment very satisfied of her journey.
A woman was coming towards her franticly. She looked like a girl right off the fashion runway. She had long dark flowing hair, tanned sharp features with Smokey eyes. She was wearing a beautiful ruby red dress with black tights and black stilettos.
The woman was totally unaware of the out of place girl and crashed right into her. It was hard enough that both of them fell to the ground. Fiona went down the hardest losing grip of her suit case and the piece of paper with the directions on it went flying into the street. “Damnit” she looked around and saw that her suitcase had opened and all her clothes where scattered on the side walk. She then looked at the woman “are you…?”
“What the Hell is wrong with you?” she yelled at Fiona with a thick nasally New York accent. “Don’t you watch where you’re going? You Idiot! If I wanted to I could sue the pants right off you!” She screamed at Fiona making a big scene in the side walk. People actually stopped being oblivious and watched what was going on. One man sought the opportunity to help the woman up, hoping he would win her over.
I… I’m sorry” she said not liking the sound of being sued even though her pants only cost twenty dollars. She smirked to herself at that thought, but decided it was best if she kept it to herself.
The woman got up with the willing help of the mans arm. He went scurrying to pick up what she had dropped. The woman was brushing herself off and regained her poise and walked towards Fiona with a lot of attitude. “Aww I’m sorry looks like your outdated clothes from last months vogue magazine are being ruined. Well at least it isn’t a loss, too bad the rest of your outfit was ruined.” She said with a slight grin on her face and look of disgust in her eyes. She then turned and grabbed her things from the mans hands swiftly and continued walking as a fashion model would down a run way.
“Snot!” Fiona whispered angry and wishing she had more backbone.
She slowly got up walked to her suitcase picked it up and started collecting her clothes. She was franticly picking them up and shoving them into the now broken suitcase. “Oh No!” she gasped as she ran towards a trampled garment. “I cant Believe this!” she picked up the once beautiful silk violet designer dress. She held it up; it was full of dirt and foot prints and was even ripped in sections. Her eyes welded up with fiery anger and frustration.
End of Chapter One.
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