Who: Allison OTA Where: Just outside of her workplace, the Barnes & Noble When: 5pm What: It's her birthday! So, she considers finding something to do for the occassion... she just doesn't know what yet. Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Pushing open the doors to the bookstore and taking a moment to stand outside on the sidewalk in the warm sun, Allison let out a large sigh and turned her head towards the clouds for a moment.
Today, from what she had always been told, was a special day.
She never got the point. True, it was the day she was born, but it was just any other day. It wasn't like she REMEMBERED the day of her birth in the first place; dates like anniversaries or other special events in which people wanted to reminisce made more since than celebrating something that she was sure only her parents and a select other few family members remembered. Why should SHE celebrate it?
I'd probably want to rejoice at my funeral. I'd just be stuck in a coffin and unable to do so. Even THAT minor happiness escapes me.
She shook her head and gave a half-grin at her slightly macabre train of thought. It was a nice day, and she didn't have to close tonight. Well, that was mostly due to her boss who INSISTED that she leave work and find something fun to do on her birthday. Allison started to protest, since she had honestly planned on NOT having to go home and face the same family dinner that would be waiting for her every year on this day, but when her own boss had clocked her out and steered her towards the doors with a firm "Get out of here", she had to concede defeat.
Now she just had to... figure out what to do.
What she could do is just spend the day idling around until she had to go home, since she did have her iPod with her and it was always fun to zone out someplace where she didn't have to be bothered with much. But then she'd feel like she was in complete defiance of her boss' wishes. And she'd need to come up with SOMETHING to tell her boss the next time she showed up to work that was more than "I spent the day of my birth contemplating my existence in a very emo fashion".
Taking out her cell phone, she gave what she hoped was a fairly innocent text to Laura asking her what she was doing at the moment. A part of her hoped that Laura was free, the other part of her hoped that she was busy and she had an excuse to just withdraw from the social person Allison somewhat feared she was becoming. She started to text others, but eventually she chickened out and didn't want to seem desperate. God, Allison, you suck at this. She sat down in a chair near the store and thought some more about what she was going to do.