Rosalee's daily alarm went off as her eyes shot open.
'This is just great,' she thought as she stood up and got knocked back down by a cough.
"What the hell?"
She looked over to the culprit that woke her up at... 2 a.m. and she sees that it's her phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi", a strange voice says, "do you work at the Good Samaritan Clinic?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"It seems like everyone in town is sick! Please hurry!"
*click*
She hurried into the shower and rushed to get ready for work. On her way to work, She heard a little ruckus. She saw the side of a red tent coming from behind Castle Apartments, but she ignored it, because she was on a mission. She also realized that her mother hasn't called her yet. 'Maybe she wants to give me a break this morning. Or maybe it's 3 a.m. and I have to be at work.' Rosalee thought. She put her headphones in and started to jog across the street to the Good Samaritan Clinic.
When she got inside, she felt a rush of sickness wash over her and smelled the scent of death. Everyone was coughing, and she was trying to avoid as many people as possible. "Where's Clara?" she thought. She needed to know what was going on.
Rushing behind her desk so that no one can get her even sicker than she was, she saw the phone on the desk. She hurried and called Clara Kate. Rosalee needed her to be here. She couldn't do this alone.
*RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNG*
"Hello?" she heard a slightly annoyed voice say. Rosalee felt really bad about waking Clara at 3 a.m. but she is definitely needed here today.
"You must come quick. The clinic is full." Rosalee said. Then, she heard Clara Kate scoff, which is the noise she makes every time Rosa's accent goes crazy and she can't understand her. "She has to know that I'm trying... It's just not that easy." Rosa thought.
"Alright," she starts, "I will be there as soon as I can."
*click*
Rosa turned away from the phone to look into the eyes of an ill person peering over her desk. Rosa told the sick woman to back away from the desk and the woman spits on the window. 'Good thing I have that thing.' Rosa thought.
The door opened, and Clara Kate walks in. Rosalee ran from behind her desk and Clara says, "What is the emergency?"
"Swine flu." Rosa says, and Clara does that little scoff again. Oh crap.
"What the hell is sign flu?" she asks, and Rosa feels like an idiot. "OH! You mean swine flu... Well the Jehovah’s Witnesses may have been right. People’s immortal souls may be more important than I once thought."
Rosa looks at Clara with a strange look and walks away. "What the hell is Clara talking about?" Rosa thinks, then proceeds to go back behind her desk and answer the enormous amount of phone calls.
The day flies by, being filled with prescription papers and surgical masks around people's mouths. Just as quickly as the chaos began, it ended. Finally, they were down to the last patient, and he yelled at Rosa, cursing her, and saying that it was the clinic's fault that everyone got sick. This is just what the clinic needed: a scandal.
Rosalee thought that she had about enough of today, and just as the bad was turning worse, Rosa's mom sent her a text.
*Rosa, dear. We need to talk*
Rosalee thought about it, and decided against it. She had enough of her mother and her pushy ways. Rosalee put her phone away, and decided to go for a stroll. She walked behind Castle Apartments to see what she saw before, and heard a rumble in the sky. She continued walking and saw the red tent from earlier. She also saw 11 other tents.
"They're crazy for sleeping in this bad weather," Rosa thought and walked over to the park. She checked her watch and saw that it was 9 p.m. Just as she was about to enter the park, a burglar ran up to her and held a knife to her.
"Gimme yo left shoe," the burglar said rudely, and Rosa gave him the shoe... right in the face. She ran back home, thinking this was karma for not calling her mother and not going home. She hurried on the elevator as soon as she got to Castle Apartments and ran to her room. She took off her right shoe, tossing it in the direction of the waste basket, and picked up her phone. She dialed the last number that called her and waited for the dial tone.
"Hello?" a woman said, with a thick Puerto Rican/ New York accent.
"Hi Mommy. It's me, Rosalee. I'm sorry."
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I'll see you then, as the dawn birds sing, on a cold and misty morning by the Albert Bridge
*CLICK*... *CLICK*... *CLICK*...
Rosalee awoke to the sound of her alarm clock numbers clicking. She turned over on her side, being suddenly hit by a painful throbbing in her head. She read the clock. 4:49.
"Great," she said, "just freaking swell."
Rosalee got out of bed, knowing that she was up two hours too early, and headed for the bathroom. While she was in the shower, she heard her phone ring.
"Why is it that my phone rings every time I'm in the shower?"
She let her phone ring and went about getting dressed. After she put on a plain white t-shirt and jeans, she grabbed her phone.
"Mom. Of course."
She decided to let her mom worry and put on her sneakers and headed towards the 24 hour coffee shop.
"What? A line?"
Quickly realizing that she's not in the mood for small talk, and noticing that painful throbbing again, Rosalee walked away. She pulled out her iPod, turned on the radio, and listened to WTF while she walked to the park.
"Glad I put a sweater on. It's chilly," she said as "On Melancholy Hill" by The Gorillaz played through her headphones. While she was walking, Rosalee thought about her breakdown the day before. Why did she let her mother get inside of her mind? Why did she even bother with answering the phone? Why did that random quote the blind, homeless man said bother her so much? Maybe it was true.
*WHACK*
Rosalee's internal monologue was interrupted by her running into the park gate and by "There There" by Radiohead on WTF.
"Shit!"
The throbbing came back, and Rosalee decided she had spent enough time outside. She headed back to apartment 1208, her personal sanctuary, and smelled a faint scent of burning paper. Worried, she rushed into her apartment and saw her window open. She looked outside and saw nothing.
"Whatever," she thought.
She looked at her clock again. 7:15. Time for bed.
Rosalee awoke to the faintest noise of an argument. She looked at her clock. 9:23. Rosalee got out of her bed and saw Shaniqua Washington arguing with the bus driver.
"Oh Shaniqua," Rosalee thought as her phone started to ring.
Mom.
-"Hi Mom."
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother."
-"Mom, I've been bu-"
-"You just don't love me anymore. I don't understand what I did to the Virgin Mary to deserve such a terrible daughter. It's just not fair that I-"
"I should've stayed asleep," Rosalee thought as she started to doze off from her mother's unnecessary banter.
Rosalee awoke to the sound of her alarm clock numbers clicking. She turned over on her side, being suddenly hit by a painful throbbing in her head. She read the clock. 4:49.
"Great," she said, "just freaking swell."
Rosalee got out of bed, knowing that she was up two hours too early, and headed for the bathroom. While she was in the shower, she heard her phone ring.
"Why is it that my phone rings every time I'm in the shower?"
She let her phone ring and went about getting dressed. After she put on a plain white t-shirt and jeans, she grabbed her phone.
"Mom. Of course."
She decided to let her mom worry and put on her sneakers and headed towards the 24 hour coffee shop.
"What? A line?"
Quickly realizing that she's not in the mood for small talk, and noticing that painful throbbing again, Rosalee walked away. She pulled out her iPod, turned on the radio, and listened to WTF while she walked to the park.
"Glad I put a sweater on. It's chilly," she said as "On Melancholy Hill" by The Gorillaz played through her headphones. While she was walking, Rosalee thought about her breakdown the day before. Why did she let her mother get inside of her mind? Why did she even bother with answering the phone? Why did that random quote the blind, homeless man said bother her so much? Maybe it was true.
*WHACK*
Rosalee's internal monologue was interrupted by her running into the park gate and by "There There" by Radiohead on WTF.
"Shit!"
The throbbing came back, and Rosalee decided she had spent enough time outside. She headed back to apartment 1208, her personal sanctuary, and smelled a faint scent of burning paper. Worried, she rushed into her apartment and saw her window open. She looked outside and saw nothing.
"Whatever," she thought.
She looked at her clock again. 7:15. Time for bed.
Rosalee awoke to the faintest noise of an argument. She looked at her clock. 9:23. Rosalee got out of her bed and saw Shaniqua Washington arguing with the bus driver.
"Oh Shaniqua," Rosalee thought as her phone started to ring.
Mom.
-"Hi Mom."
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother."
-"Mom, I've been bu-"
-"You just don't love me anymore. I don't understand what I did to the Virgin Mary to deserve such a terrible daughter. It's just not fair that I-"
"I should've stayed asleep," Rosalee thought as she started to doze off from her mother's unnecessary banter.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Dear Mama, place no one above you, sweet lady...
*RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!*
The alarm goes off for the fourth time and Rosalee finally gets out of bed.
Wait, Rosalee thought, today is Saturday. I'm going back to sleep.
As she lay in her bed, the daily baby alarm went off.
-"Okay, Jade. I'm awake. Shit!"
Rosalee rolled out of bed, purposefully disturbing the people in 1108. They always hit that broom on her
floor when her volume is on one, so they're going to get a little disturbance of their own.
After all, it is 7 AM.
Hopping out of the shower, Rosa hears her phone go off, just like it did a few days ago.
-"Hello"
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother?" someone says in a heavy Puerto Rican/ New York
accent.
Shit, Rosalee thinks.
-"Hey, Mama. What's, umm, what's going on?"
-"Oh, you know, the usual. My own daughter doesn't care about her mother. I'm all alone in this big,
old, dusty house."
-"Mom, I'm late for work. Bye."
*Click*
Rosalee runs through her apartment, apartment 1208, realizing what time it was, and runs out of the
building. While trying to walk inside the building, Rosalee trips over a copper bowl, and sees the old,
blind, homeless man.
"Riddles-- all you can say are riddles, murk and darkness."
Rosalee put money in his bowl and ran into the Good Samaritan Health Clinic and sat at her desk. And
for some odd reason, she started to cry. Why did she take offense to what he said. He's crazy. He doesn't
know what he's talking about. She pulled out her iPod as Clara Kate Holloway walks into the clinic in
dirty scrubs. Rosalee put her iPod on shuffle and REM's "Everybody Hurts" starts to play, and she starts
to cry more. She pulls out her phone and texts her mom.
Mom, she starts, I'm sorry I'm such a failure. You deserve a better daughter.
Clara Kate gives her the day off, and she walks home, takes 4 tylenol, and falls asleep.
Rosalee rolled out of bed, purposefully disturbing the people in 1108. They always hit that broom on her
floor when her volume is on one, so they're going to get a little disturbance of their own.
After all, it is 7 AM.
Hopping out of the shower, Rosa hears her phone go off, just like it did a few days ago.
-"Hello"
-"Rosa, dear, you can't even call your own mother?" someone says in a heavy Puerto Rican/ New York
accent.
Shit, Rosalee thinks.
-"Hey, Mama. What's, umm, what's going on?"
-"Oh, you know, the usual. My own daughter doesn't care about her mother. I'm all alone in this big,
old, dusty house."
-"Mom, I'm late for work. Bye."
*Click*
Rosalee runs through her apartment, apartment 1208, realizing what time it was, and runs out of the
building. While trying to walk inside the building, Rosalee trips over a copper bowl, and sees the old,
blind, homeless man.
"Riddles-- all you can say are riddles, murk and darkness."
Rosalee put money in his bowl and ran into the Good Samaritan Health Clinic and sat at her desk. And
for some odd reason, she started to cry. Why did she take offense to what he said. He's crazy. He doesn't
know what he's talking about. She pulled out her iPod as Clara Kate Holloway walks into the clinic in
dirty scrubs. Rosalee put her iPod on shuffle and REM's "Everybody Hurts" starts to play, and she starts
to cry more. She pulls out her phone and texts her mom.
Mom, she starts, I'm sorry I'm such a failure. You deserve a better daughter.
Clara Kate gives her the day off, and she walks home, takes 4 tylenol, and falls asleep.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
The day started with the cries of the neighbor's baby. That baby never shuts up.
-"Ay Dios mio, baby," Rosa whispered, "I like to sleep too."
Slowly, Rosa Lee rose out of her bed like a vampire out of her coffin, which is exactly how she felt. She's been dull and lifeless, ever since that fatal accident...
Living on the twelfth floor of the Castle Apartments has its perks, like the "great view" of the city. But living in this town has more cons than pros, and its those cons that keep pushing Rosa Lee to find a way out of this town. Every time she tries to leave, something keeps holding her back, from her job to the fact that she has no money from her crappy job as a secretary at the Good Samaritan Clinic.
Instead of pondering on her shitty life, Rosa Lee decided it was time to get ready for her shitty job.
Pushing her golden blonde hair back from her olive toned face, Rosa went into the best part about her whole apartment: the closet. She grabbed a white button down and a black pencil skirt. She ironed her clothes, because "Rosa Lee, it's a requirement of this job to look and be professional," says the boss who drinks schnapps like a fish drinks water.
She brushed her teeth and jumped in the shower, cold as usual, and got out as quickly as possible. While she was blow drying her hair, Rosa Lee got a phone call.
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!
-"Hello"
-"Keep pulling the sweater," said an eerie, yet stupid voice.
-"I'm sorry, what?"
-"Keep pulling the sweater. Eventually the whole thing will unravel."
-"Wow, nice Zoolander quote, moron."
And with that, Rosa Lee hung up. Looking at her alarm clock and realizing that she was running late, Rosa Lee quickly put on her clothes, tucked her shirt in, put on her black heels, and ran to the bathroom. She quickly lined her forest green eyes with black eye liner and ran out to the elevator. Her noisy neighbor, Ms. Parisi and her noisy baby decided now was the best time to get on the elevator with Rosa. On the elevator, the baby wouldn't stop crying, and then her mother dropped her purse.
-"Excuse me, Rosa," she said in her strong Sicilian accent, "Can you hold Jade for one moment? I need to get my purse."
Making a slight frown, Rosa took the screaming baby girl, knowing this wasn't going to end well. When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, Rosa Lee couldn't be any happier. The noisy neighbor grabbed her purse and baby, and headed to God knows where on the fourth floor, leaving Rosa on the calm, quiet elevator. That is, until the elevator stopped in between the third and second floor.
What a great way to start the day, Rosa Lee thought, as she waited for the maintenance man.
-"Ay Dios mio, baby," Rosa whispered, "I like to sleep too."
Slowly, Rosa Lee rose out of her bed like a vampire out of her coffin, which is exactly how she felt. She's been dull and lifeless, ever since that fatal accident...
Living on the twelfth floor of the Castle Apartments has its perks, like the "great view" of the city. But living in this town has more cons than pros, and its those cons that keep pushing Rosa Lee to find a way out of this town. Every time she tries to leave, something keeps holding her back, from her job to the fact that she has no money from her crappy job as a secretary at the Good Samaritan Clinic.
Instead of pondering on her shitty life, Rosa Lee decided it was time to get ready for her shitty job.
Pushing her golden blonde hair back from her olive toned face, Rosa went into the best part about her whole apartment: the closet. She grabbed a white button down and a black pencil skirt. She ironed her clothes, because "Rosa Lee, it's a requirement of this job to look and be professional," says the boss who drinks schnapps like a fish drinks water.
She brushed her teeth and jumped in the shower, cold as usual, and got out as quickly as possible. While she was blow drying her hair, Rosa Lee got a phone call.
RRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!
-"Hello"
-"Keep pulling the sweater," said an eerie, yet stupid voice.
-"I'm sorry, what?"
-"Keep pulling the sweater. Eventually the whole thing will unravel."
-"Wow, nice Zoolander quote, moron."
And with that, Rosa Lee hung up. Looking at her alarm clock and realizing that she was running late, Rosa Lee quickly put on her clothes, tucked her shirt in, put on her black heels, and ran to the bathroom. She quickly lined her forest green eyes with black eye liner and ran out to the elevator. Her noisy neighbor, Ms. Parisi and her noisy baby decided now was the best time to get on the elevator with Rosa. On the elevator, the baby wouldn't stop crying, and then her mother dropped her purse.
-"Excuse me, Rosa," she said in her strong Sicilian accent, "Can you hold Jade for one moment? I need to get my purse."
Making a slight frown, Rosa took the screaming baby girl, knowing this wasn't going to end well. When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, Rosa Lee couldn't be any happier. The noisy neighbor grabbed her purse and baby, and headed to God knows where on the fourth floor, leaving Rosa on the calm, quiet elevator. That is, until the elevator stopped in between the third and second floor.
What a great way to start the day, Rosa Lee thought, as she waited for the maintenance man.
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