What Happens At Home P2

Her dark green eyes looked back to her screen, only to find that her fingers had made a few mistakes when she had looked away. Quickly fixing them, Eleanor let out a soft sigh. Just a few more minutes….

            As soon as she was able, Eleanor saved her work and clocked out. Within minutes she was walking to her apartment which was only a few blocks down from the editorial offices. The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes as her phone rang out with a text alert. She fished it out of her purse and glanced at the name on the screen: Max. Again. 

What Happens At Home Part 1

            It never seemed to work out for her. The men in her life always want to either get in her pants or steal her work. Coworkers were never just coworkers anymore; they always made themselves into more and it irked her to no end. Eleanor ran a hand through her strawberry-blonde hair in annoyance. Why couldn't she find a job where she could work at home? It would solve all her problems.

            She continued to type as she snuck a glance at the clock above the door to her boss’s office. It was nearly time for her to clock out; for her to go home and read that new novel that she bought earlier in the week and drink a nice warm cup of hot cocoa.  

The Beginning

She clicked the button and waited as the computer thought about loading the page. She had been meaning to do this for a while, but it hadn't really hit her to actually do until earlier today. She grinned as the computer loaded the page and prompted her to create a name for herself. 

She thought about different names, none of them striking her as the One. The feeling of creating a new identity for her-self was mind-boggling but she relished the feeling of freedom it gave her. As she finally typed in a name, a grin broke out on her face. This was it. This was the new beginning that she was looking for. A way to pour her feelings into her writing and have others see it and help her better her writing skills. She couldn't wait to begin creating.

As soon as the page was completed, she pulled up Word and began typing. It was time for her to make her debut.