Zoraida Lorelei had, had a bad day at work. The bookstore had been busy, which was good....but everyone came in asked the same question: Have you read this book? Normally she would answer, you know, "yes I have, it's very good" or "no I haven't, but it looks good." But after the first six times of that question being asked, she was about to pull her hair out. She had to help other people, not sit there and talk about a book with a person. They would go on and on about a book they have read or just about anything.<br/><br/>She went up to her apartment, ready to take a shower and climb up on the couch to watch some TV and relax. That is until she saw she had a package at her door. With a little hesitation, she picked the package up and balanced it on one hand to open her creaky old door to her flat.<br/><br/>Whence inside, she sat the package down on her small wooden dining table and grabbed a knife to cut the tape. She got anxious to see what it was, so she hurried to open the box to find a box with a note on top. She took the note, and read:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thought you would want these.<br/>-Jareld</span><br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow at the name, it wasn't father or dad....it was his first name. She got curious as to what he could possibly give her. So she took the averaged sized wooden box out of the package and sat it on the counter behind her. She opened it, and sucked in a breath.<br/>Her mother's jewelry and her collective scarves....<br/><br/>She tried not let the tears fall as she trailed a finger across the red scarf on top. She pressed her lips together and stared. Her shoulders slumped when she picked up a pair of diamond earrings. She smiled, remembering her mother wearing these....she quickly inserted them in her ears and closed the box before she could let her emotions get to her.<br/><br/>Zoraida's flat suddenly became stuffy and she couldn't breathe properly. So she walked back out of her door and out of the apartment building, down the street towards the club. She couldn't drink since she was only 19, but she could enter. It helped her take her mind off of things.<br/><br/>Walking into the club, she got bombarded with cigarette smoke and a strong smell of liquor. She sighed and made her way to the bar, taking a seat and resting her chin in her palm.<br/><br/>"Hey pretty lady, what can I get ya?"<br/><br/>Her midnight colored eyes looked up at the bartender, and she smiled slightly, running a hand through her black hair. "Cola please?"<br/><br/>"Coming right up ma'am," he said and started on her drink.<br/><br/>((my first post is always the longest lol))