Hi.
I want to improve my writing so I’m giving the “100 Years” prompt a shot.
100 Years
“I wish I could skip into next week,” the girl sighed.
Perhaps her family had been damned with a spell of extreme unluckiness in the past. Probably by some pissed off witch that a great-great-great relative managed to cheat on. Her family always did have a way of continuously messing up relationships and involving themselves in sordid affairs. She wouldn’t exactly be surprised if some saggy old witch really did curse her family.
But Emily was different. She’s good.
Not just some goody-two-shoes who sucked up to the professor for some extra credit, but truly, honestly good. Emily herself wouldn’t be shocked if God presented her with an award stating her earthly goodness and humbleness when she died. She honestly was the most humble person she knew and who could possibly argue with that?
Unfortunately, Emily’s day progressed from okay to not okay to terribly not okay and quickly hurdled all the way into a hellish nightmare. It was the first day of work at her shiny, new job downtown. She was feeling quite proud of herself as no one in her own family had gotten a shiny, new job downtown or kept any position at all for over 6 months straight. She’d planned on slowly climbing the corporate ladder until she clawed her way to the top.
That was before she realized that her boss was her ex.
That she cheated on.
With
his
best
friend.
It was an awkward reunion, but Emily being as gracious and kind as she was, allowed him to stay within her presence. Although, he was acting a bit pissy, which put Emily in a rotten mood. Other than the fact that her ex-boyfriend was her boss, Emily deemed it to be an excellent first start. Well, until she got into a car accident on the way back to her apartment. Sure, it was a minor car accident, but a car accident all the same. And whether she was speeding definitely wasn’t the cause of the accident. The person in front of her was simply driving too slow. A court case is currently in the making, but Emily wasn’t too keen on attending it. She found the government to be inefficient and worthless and judges to be too judgy.
Emily snuggled deeper into her blanket and stared at her ceiling. She was glad the day was over and honestly just wanted to go to sleep. The next day of work was sure to be interesting.
…
“Hey, does she look dead to you?”
“Well, with those looks she might as well be.”
“…”
“Get it? Because she looks horrible? Righ–?”
“Shut up.”
Emily suddenly awoke to two people in her room. Or at least, she thought they were people. It’s quite difficult to tell when her eyes were so blurry. And why was it so bright in here? It felt like someone had hurled her against the wall and stomped on her head a thousand times.
Emily continued to blink her eyes and stare at what she assumed to be the ceiling. Her ceiling. But as her eyes cleared up, it seemed as though it wasn’t her apartment ceiling after all.
It was the sky.
The young boy crept closer to Emily and stared at her with a vague mixture of amazement and disgust. “What a waste. She’s not dead.”
The woman clucked her tongue and began to turn away. “We could’ve really used the parts, too. Let’s go, Wilson.”
Emily laid on the ground and stared at the sky until she could no longer hear their footsteps. It was a beautiful shade of rose; it was just too bad that she hated the color pink. It was even worse that she could barely move. And yet, the girl succeeded in sitting up, to find herself in the middle of the street in her pajamas.
Somehow, Emily had managed to wake up in stranger spots.
As the wind grew stronger, trash tumbled across her legs, smacked her in the face, and even got tangled in her hair. Now that she realized it, her hair was much longer than it was when she fell asleep. It was so long that if she stood up, it would be past her knees. The wind suddenly stopped when a piece of worn paper landed squarely on Emily’s lap. There wasn’t much to read.
All it said was 'Date: April 6th, 2120".
It was then that Emily realized something was very wrong.
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Will edit later. Probably.
I got tired at the end, lol. Enjoy!