Fading sorrow

Lesley wiped off beads of sweat as she smiled in satisfaction at the change in her new apartment. she had arrived Newyork four hours ago. she had spent an hour locating the agent in charge of her apartment, and three hours to clean up. she had scrubbed and clean and the apartment looked squeaky clean and nice looking.she removed the head phone from her ears and her phone from her bums and placed them in the couch She would need to shop for stuffs for her new home. she showered and put on a high waisted pants and crop top.

she placed her phone and credit card and picked up her car keys from the table. she walked out of her apartment and closed the door. "Hi". Lesley turned to see a girl of her age with tanned skin. A cute blondie. "Hey". she replied and turned back to lock her door. " I'm Stacy, I live here, second floor precisely, just moved in?". she smiled warmly. Lesley faced her and held her handbag nervously. "umm....I'm Lesley. you guessed right I just moved in". she wasn't ready to make friends. Not now. but she was too friendly to be ignored. "wow!... good to know Lesley. welcome to your new home. Do you mind coming over to my apartment later in the day for a couple of drinks?. I've got tasty wines you'd like.". she flashed another smile. Lesley fiddled her car key "Th....thanks Stacy, I appreciate your offer but am cool". Stacy pouted, a bit disappointed but the smile returned back to her face. " okay Lesley but if you do change your mind my apartment is number 135." she waved her bye and walked away. Lesley let out a breath as she entered the lift for the ground floor which served as the parking lot. "Nah....I can't break rule number four; never make friends, they are back stabbers. she entered her car and drove out heading to the shopping mall. "Newyork....here I come" she said and stepped on the gas.  Lesley held a cup of coffee in her hand as she typed away on her laptop. it's been a week since she moved in and she was beginning to feel bored, and was relapsing back to her old self. Her old self she never wants. she had scoured different job sites to secure a job. Turned out Newyork was full of shits and people with shitty attitudes. while some had not employed her, some had wanted appreciation in kind. " fuck can't I ever secure a decent job" she cursed as she took a sip of her already cold coffee. she scrolled down different job sites and one caught her attention. she clicked on it. "Nanny needed you name your pay". she raised her brows.. well that was catchy. she scrolled down to read all the information on the job. A cute classy looking kid popped on her screen. As beautiful as she looked, there was an air of defiance in the way she pouted, striking a pose. Hazel....cute name. she was the kid she would look after "Holy fuck!". she gaped as she saw the number of applicants who had applied for the job, three hundred!..... and a hundred being disqualified by the kid. she shook her head. The kid seems to be a toughie. Applicants were required to bring whatever would entice the little kid. she accepts it, she's given the job. She applied, saved the job site and hopped out of bed. she'd give it a try. what she had been doing lately was sleep, eat, surf the net, go for futile interviews, get back home and repeat the same routine. So she would give it a try. there's never a harm in trying. she shrugged and made her way to the kitchen to fix herself breakfast.