
Ashley Coleman
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I have minimal writing history and hope to entertain.
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A DAY TO REMEMBER *Alarm * As I peel my heavy eyes open and wipe the sleepiness from them, I catch sight of the time 8:15am! I can’t believe I slept through every alsrm I set, I knew staying up finishing this project for Mr.Tade was a terrible idea. As I run through my studio collecting my purse and papers, shoving slacks and a blouse on, I take a sip of last night cold coffee and head for the door. Running and biting my purse trap to hold it in my mouth holding with one arm all of last nights regrets; I throw my hand up and wave the first taxi over. As I jump in and throw out my work address to the driver, I toss my stuff in the seat next to me and start to put my hair in a ballerina bun to hide my shame. Applying my makeup while hitting New Yorks roads was a skill only few can master, and I was not one. Finishing my lipstick the taxi pulls to the side “14.80” the driver said. I threw a 20 at him grabbed my stuff and ran into the building. The meeting had started already, I pulled my seat slowly and sat down everyone not daring to look my way to draw attention for Mr.Tade. “Miss Dasson I see you choose to finally join us today, since we are already half way through why don’t you go ahead and present my project.”
By Ashley Coleman5 years ago in Motivation