My heart beats for you

No matter how much I think about it. Getting work in this country is much harder than putting a thread through the needle. What am I even saying, putting the thread through the needle is very easy as ABC? As God would have it, am a seamstress. But is it a crime to be a graduate and want to work in an office?

My name is Emma Macbeth, I am twenty-five. My father is dead and I stay with my mom in a house built for her by my dad before he died. I have a younger brother who is in high school presently. I have a friend by the name of Nancy and she lives with us.

Since when I was five, I've always dreamt of putting on a tie, wearing a suit with a nice shoe, and going to work. So, I went for business administration in the university. Well, you can say I am fair academically but when it comes to sport, I rarely have competition. What can't I do in sport? I can run, I can play volleyball even though I am short, I just tend to go higher than anyone can ever imagine. I do go for the high jump in my school and I always came out as the first. Asides from this, am also well trained in Judo. Mom once told me to go out of the country to pursue martial arts but I refused. I know I love it but I only chose it as a hobby, not what I would want to work with. But well, all the companies I have applied for couldn't take me in because I came out with a third class.

God, why am I so unlucky. Why can't I just have the brain of bill gate? I'm so useless!

I am so tired because I have been walking since morning searching for jobs. Or should I just listen to mom for once and go apply for a coach in gymnastics? Wait, don't think about it like that, I've tried applying as a sports teacher in different schools but they all rejected me because I had lots of fighting cases with students while I was still in school. They all said I should work on my anger. Well, that's not entirely my fault. People just always seem to step on my toes every time.

In a flash, a car drives past me, falling in and out of the pothole beside me and splashing the dirty water on me. For a while, it seems I zoom out of the world. I look over at the car and realize with huge anger that it didn't even stop. Didn't they see me? Didn't they know what they've just done??

Seriously! Exactly what I was talking about. There's no way you wouldn't fight in this damn world. And I'm going to make the owner of that car pay in real-time.

I pick up my speed, racing after the red Lamborghini. Freak! Cars don't intimidate me, instead, I intimidate cars.

I keep on running but it seems like the car was getting farther. It's as if the driver has discovered I'm chasing them. Nevertheless, I didn't stop. There's a traffic light ahead, if God would have it, I m going to catch up with them.

The light went red and the cars pulled to a stop. I smile mentally and continue to race forward. I stop beside the car, feeling exhausted, and my breath comes out in quick beats. I bang at the car harshly but I still couldn't talk. I feel so dehydrated. I continue to beat the door just as the traffic light goes yellow and the car moves away.

What the fuck! That car! I'm going to kill the owner! My blood boils the more and I realize, my face is as red as a grilled barbecue. I race forward again but this time screaming, 'Hey! ' I couldn't run as I was earlier and I don t want to let go. Seriously, my friends call me a lion.

The car pulls to a stop some miles away, suddenly, startling me for a while.

I stop running, take a deep breath, and started towards them again. A guy gets down from the driver's seat in his tuxedos. Wait, do drivers wear such expensive clothes? Well, maybe he's even the owner of the car.

'Do you own the car? '

'No my boss does." he says and looks slightly at the back of the car

'I want to see that your good for nothing boss. I say in the heat of it. Merely thinking about it makes me want to choke. I am seriously going to deal with this man.

'Ma'am, you need to calm down... What exactly do you want,' the man says softly and I look at him.

'Oh, you didn't see that you splashed on me! 'I scream, 'Are your eyes lace with super gum! I ask suddenly, feeling rage again.

I move forward drastically to open the door but the man beat me to it, 'I m deeply sorry but you can't do that

Does this man know who I am? Does he know how effective my blows are?

'Get out of my way or you will regret it! 'I scream, mentally stopping myself from hitting his cute face. Am I mad? Why would I be mentioning the word cute in this kind of situation?

'Let her go, 'a calm voice says, putting a stop to my rude behavior. I step back and watch a man step down from the car. Wait, that suit, who made it! OMG! Look at his shoe! Does he have a private shoemaker? OMG! His cologne. I have never heard of that sweet smell... Hey! Cut it!

'Are you blind! Didn't you see what you did to me! 'I scream

He studied me for a while, his handsome face held a sarcastic grin, 'You saw the pothole ahead. It's your fault for not avoiding it

Like seriously?? My head did a flip. Is this guy serious? ', You splashed on me and you are blaming me? Do you know where I was headed? '

He inclines his head, 'Where? '

I hiss and quickly think about it, then decide against it, 'That s none of your business anyways. What your business is. That you ruined my dress. Do you even know how much I got this!'.