02

                                    

                                          
My every breath awakes alarms in your ears...
Here we are, made it through day one, time for day two. Alana awoke to the harsh sun cuffing her in the face from the naked windows and didn't even mind it. Something about finally achieving her lifelong dream of moving to New York completely distracted her from the bundles of shit going on in her life. She clambered out of her thick white sheets, even making her bed afterwards, and went to the kitchen to fix herself some breakfast.
There's no need for any backstory, all that is needed to know for now is that Alana makes most of her money through twitch, a streaming service on which she usually plays Minecraft or other fairly popular games. She's managed to make herself quite the audience and through mostly brand-deals, a good bit of cash. However, not nearly enough to afford to live in a city like New York; To her luck, her beloved father, a retired army man, had recently passed due to some heart issues and left almost his entire inheritance to his favourite child, the small sum of the rest going to her mother and two sisters. Alana was finally able to escape her traumatising childhood home and live out her and her father's lifelong dream of living in New York, but enough of that sob story.
After finding herself in the kitchen, she quickly realised she had no food in the fridge, plates in the cupboard or cutlery in the drawer and made the snap decision to go out grocery shopping and grab herself a few paper plates and plastic forks until her kitchenware arrived. She took a brief shower, slapped on a little makeup and a comfy outfit before establishing her way down the hall to the elevator.
"Hold the elevator." She heard a voice call from down the distance and saw none other than Jay himself pacing down the hallway. She clicked the 'shut door' button in a panic but to her luck, he managed to make it in time. She wanted to apologise she really did, but the awkward tension in the elevator was too thick to break so she decided a silent elevator ride was better for the both of them.
"You off to work?" He asked in a optimistic tone, maybe thinking Alana would've dropped the bitch act by now and was essentially going to be nice.
"No." She replied blankly, staring into the elevator wall. Being so horrible yesterday but nice now just felt wrong, she had to keep the act up, it would feel fake if she was suddenly her normal self. Plus the guy seemed like somewhat of a douche bag anyway so maybe deserved it. He had one of those Yankee caps on backward, very douche-y.
"Oh really, where you headed then?" He pursued the conversation, Jay clearly either had no idea what a social cue was or was attempting to purposefully get on her nerves.
"Food shopping." She replied once again, blunt as ever, severely trying to get the man to leave her alone. Due to being highly disliked in her school years, Alana's social skills were pretty much non-existent. Anything other than 'spiteful bitch' felt unnatural to her, making her feel a bit vulnerable.
"Oh really? Do you need any help on where to-" 
"God, what the fuck is your problem." She said the words as soon as they entered her head, completely unfiltered. Once she started she couldn't stop though, "No, funnily enough, i don't want help from my weird neighbour, learn boundaries creep." She scoffed in a disgusted tone. The man looked like he was about to state something but swallowed his tongue, fighting back words as he bit his lip.
"Okay." He said gently, staring down at the floor. Ultimately, the elevator doors opened and Alana raced outside without another word. God she did have to be an absolute bitch sometimes. She really needed to figure out how to be nice to people.