Post by Cayden Harley on Jul 17, 2009 0:04:27 GMT -5
Cayden
Cayden was having one of those days, the ones where nothing seems to be going her way. First her bike had gotten a flat tire making her late for her first block, then she busted a hole in her new drum head forcing her to reuse her old beat up drum head and to top it all off, it was raining.
‘Great,’ she thought, ‘just fucking great.’
“A French vanilla cappuccino with whip cream please,” she told the waitress at java hut. She really needed some caffeine and she needed it now.
Slowly sitting down she watched the rain droplets run down the window, “Calm down Cayden ,” she mumbled to herself, “the world is not out to get you.” She took a sip of her cappuccino, and sighed, there was something she was supposed to be doing at that moment but she couldn’t remember…it couldn’t be that important if-
“Shit!” Cayden yelled looking at her watch; she was late for band practice. Hitting her head against the table, she let a out a frustrated sigh, today really wasn’t her day. She knew the girls would be pissed that she was late and she couldn’t blame them, after all this was becoming a frequent occurrence. The funny thing was she didn’t know why she was like this these days.
