Clarity

*Sarinas P.O.V.*
(Day of concert)

Today is the fucking concert, hory fucking shit! My cell phone started ringing, I sighed at who was calling. I put on my best sick person impression.
"Hello?" I said, trying to sound as sick as possible.
"Hey, Sarina, It's me, Donetello, why the hell is your ass not at work?!”
"I'm really fucking sick Donetello, I'm sorry, I can't come in today."
"Ex-fucking-cuse me!? Being sick is no reasoning for mis-” I stopped hom right there, so he can have a taste of his own goddamn medicine.
"KNOW WHAT DONETELLO!? I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR SHIT! I AM TIRED OF YOUR DOUCHE BAGGY ASS WALKING ALL OVER EVERYBODY! I MOTHERFUCKING QUIT YOU SHIT FACED DOUCHE CANOE!" I slammed down the phone without a hesitation. Well, time to find a fucking new job.....

I was quite surprised at all the weird ass words that came out of my mouth, it surprised me to the point were I felt like I needed to just laugh quite loudly. Afterwards, I dragged my happy ass into the bathroom and got dressed. I wore a lovely outfit, in my opinion at least. Just as I was finishing up my makeup, I looked at the time, and decided that I would head to the gas station for some Monster. I searched for what seemed like forever for my keys, to find out that they were sitting on my coffee table. I pick up my keys and my purse and head out to my car, my old, but hand-painted, 1951 Mercury. That's my prized possesion there. I get into the car and throw my bag onto the passenger seat. I start of the car and head to the nearest gas station, in hopes that they have some Monster. I get in and I see the shock of my life.

Notes

What will happen, who did she see, What, did she see?
please, I need to ner!

~ Eli