The Altundral Princess

Kayla stared at her tired reflection in the mirror. She paused for x in donning on more makeup to hide the eye bags that had been lingering around lately.

Checking her small wall clock, she hurriedly slid into her old black leather boots. It was 7:05am in the morning, and five more minutes in the boxed-hole apartment would send her running late. Larry, her grey haired boss wouldn't appreciate that, no matter how lovely he was. He would keep a straight face while giving a short talk on how much he frowned at indiscipline. Kayla respected Larry and his work ethics. She was always sorry whenever she slept overtime and ended up being late to work. Being a retired naval officer, Larry is known to frown at any form of slacking or indiscipline. Asides that, he was a good old fashion boss.

Kayla clutched unto her matching black bag. The leather was equally as old as the boots she just wore. Few months ago, she had gotten both items at a discount price in a thrift store. Funny how they looked as tired as she was now.

Quickly, she rolled her silky blonde hair in a tight ponytail before dashing out into the streets. Her red dress had beautiful golden designs around the bra cup. On a good day, she would have lingered a moment more to swoon proudly at the fact that she made the beautiful dress. Some days she went late, that had been her reason. It was easy to get lost twirling before her mirror, spotting ways she could have done it better.

But Kayla didn't want to be late, besides, today want a good day. She raced her way through small corners and shortcuts while trying hard not to let another tear fall.

Yes, Kayla had been crying herself to sleep every night for the past few weeks, even years.

It was nearing that time of the year again.

Her birthday...

Also dad's death anniversary.