Sadie had been driving all day long, looking for a job that didn’t just offer am bar shifts, a better place to live at, and of course the stupid post office that her package had been shipped to. She couldn’t handle any more, not being able to find a parking spot at her apartment complex was the second to last straw, and the last, was this, her package hitting the floor just outside the her car door. All of the goodies her mom had sent falling out one by one as the box jumped up and down, she really shouldn’t have peeked.
“Fuuuuck, ahhhhh, whats fucking next? I fucking hate Mondays!” She screamed out in the middle of the street, not caring much for who heard. Now she had to pick everything up and still walk two blocks, plus three flights of stairs to her sad excuse for a home.