Drew/Pollux Chinese New Year - Grey Campbell

                                    

                                          
I had always been a very quiet and reserved person. I never got in troubles, nor I tried things new, because my life was relatively comfortable.
                          
That radically changed the first day of the Chinese New Year.
                          
I was new in New York and I had moved from Nebraska to study in the New York School of Interior Design. It has been my dream since I was ten years and I found these weird but nicely-done lamps. I've been always redecorating my room just for those lamps to fit nicely with my house. My mum saw that I had potential and introduced me to the interior design. That was what brought me to New York.
                          
Like I mentioned before, I was a quiet girl, who worked better off alone, but could get along with people to make projects and stuff, but didn't put enough effort in maintaining those relationships. I did went out with a guy or two, but due to my problem, there were only a date or two. It never bother me much, since I was more focused in my career than on guys.
                          
"OK, guys... I have a new project for you this week" We all paid attention to Madam Bonchard. French name if it exists... "As you all know, next Monday is the Chinese New Year-"
                          
"And Mardi Gras on Tuesday!" Someone from the back of the class screamed, earning a lot of chuckles from the students. Madam Bonchard didn't look very pleased with the interruption.
                          
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupt-" she casted a glare towards the student that interrupted "-you're gonna be exploring the delicates of the Chinese culture and you're gonna apply them into a room of your liking" I was already writing down on a paper, reorganizing my day upon this new project. My sketch book was filled with ideas, but none of them were even close to the Chinese style.
                          
It was time to hit the library.
                          
~oOo~
                          
I spent the entire weekend searching in the library and I came up what I believed to be the most perfect interpretation of Chinese Interior Design. I was really proud of my design and I was ready to present it to the class. But I wouldn't have that class till Friday, which gave me a lot of time to relax and redesign, if I wanted to.
                          
Wanted the fortune that Madam Bonchard passed right next to my spot and took a glance to my design.
                          
"Well, well, well... That is an impressive design, Ms. Campbell" I heard from behind. I flushed, but smiled at her.
                          
"Thanks, Madam Bonchard"
                          
"Though, there's something missing..." My soul dropped to the bottom of my feet. My hard work was good for nothing "The colors are correct, so are the furniture, but the spirit is missing" The spirit? Doesn't she mean the soul of the room? That's how I used to call it when I was younger and I found that thing that I couldn't describe. Was I so focused I forgot about it? "I hope you can find it before Friday..." She began to walk away before leaving "I recommend you take a look around to the festival tonight..."
                          
Looks like I'm going to Chinatown tonight...
                          
~oOo~
                          
I've been bumped. I've been pushed. I've been stomped on. I've been yelled in Chinese. I was ready to drop everything and cry in some old corner of the town, frustrated and upset with myself and my stupid design. I thought I've had been left alone, but I heard noises near me.
                          
"For the last time, Pollux!! Why are we here?!" I could see the figure of a slim girl, yelling at a guy who was holding a cup of something next to her. By the way he was moving back and forward, I'd guess he was slightly drunk.
                          
"Because- hic! you're celebrating- hic! New Year!" The girl groaned and shook her head.
                          
"For the last time, Pollux, I'm Japanese!! Not Chinese!!" she argued again, apparently. It could be a common argument with someone that has oriental face style. Maybe it sounds a little racist, but it's the truth "You only came here to drink, not to celebrate!"
                          
"Would that- hic! be too- hic! bad?" It was obvious the guy was trying to put some facts together, but he was failing.
                          
"I don't even want to talk to you right now!" The girl stomped away and the guy looked kind of lost without her, looking around, until he found me. The hair on my neck stood on end because of the fear that ran through my vein. I wasn't sure if I was in any danger, but the thought of a drunk guy pouring his problems on me wasn't how I thought I'd be ending the night. He walked to me and he dropped dead at my feat. 
                          
Well, not technically dead, more like he passed out at my feet.
                          
"Um, hello?" I poked him, gently. He snored away when I did that, scaring me a little. God, he was alive... I continued to poke him, but with no result. Sighing, and hoping that I wasn't doing an stupidity, I got up and went looking for the girl around. Again, the streets were so crowded that it was a miracle that you could stand watching the dragon. When I finally found the girl, she was talking with some group.
                          
"-and I was like, who does he think he is? Just because I was waiting for someone doesn't give him the right to bother me..." She was telling some kind of story and everyone was listen with attention.
                          
"Um, excuse me?" I tried to butted in, 'tried' being the key word in this mess.
                          
"Anyway, when the guy finally realized that I was waiting for someone for a date, he had the nerve to say he was way better than my date, who he hadn't met yet-"
                          
"Excuse me?" I butted again, only to be ignored, again.
                          
"Seriously, why guys don't understand that if they need to work to call for our attention, then we're not interested-" By that moment, I was slowly boiling in anger. And trust me when I say, I boil slowly and at pace.
                          
"Hey!" I finished her, screaming. At that point, all the attention was on me, but I was downright furious "Climb down from your pink cloud, princess! Your friend is passed out in the corner and, if you hadn't left him there, I shouldn't be telling you this! What kind of friend are you?!" I was really pissed by that moment and I used the girl as a stress releaser. 
                          
Was it wrong? Absolutely!
                          
But I felt so much better later.
                          
The girl stared at me, like if no one else had ever shouted at her, before leaving the group and walking to the direction I told her, to find his friend pass out.
                          
New Year, New me?
                          
Ah, Madam Bonchard can go hunt ducks! If she doesn't like my design, then I don't care!
                          
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And, that's a wrap!! What do you think? Yay or nay? Tell me your thoughts! I'll see you guys tomorrow with Mardi Gras!!