She is mine

Chapter 1

"Yes, mom! I'm pretty much aware that I am a failure!"

"Jessica, I didn't say that you are a failure. I just said you are a little bit of a failure. Why did you get that talking degree again?"

I sighed.

"Thanks. That makes a LOT of difference. And it is not a talking degree, it a communication degree."

"Well, you can't get a job, can you? You need a husband. I am telling you!"

"MOM! Not again! I told you I'm fine. It is just a matter of time. Seriously! I will be just fine right here in New York."

"Honey, I want you to know that you can return to me and your dad anytime. We will support you, no matter what! We love you so much!"

"Aww. I love you too!"

"And get yourself a man!"

"Mom!"

"Bye honey!"

"Bye, mom."

I hanged up the phone. My mother really had a way of making me feel a lot more depressed, even though she meant well. I sighed again. What she was right about was my job situation. After I finished college with my communication degree, I didn't have enough money for a good university to continue my education. I did 2 years of part time job (which turned into a full time job) as a waitress. And a month ago I though "Fuck it! I will never see my dream come true if I don't do anything!", so I quit waitressing and came to New York. Truly an amazing idea, since now I have no job at all, and a little of saved money I had from last 2 years is slowly fading away.

"I'll take your face expression as a 'conversation with my mom didn't go very well' face." said Allie.

Allie was my high school friend, who had an apartment in New York city, and who was kind enough to take me under her wing. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and hot body which many girls would die for, but on the contrary to what many people thought, she was also very smart. She had this aura around her, which made all the guys want her after just one look. I felt plain around her, with my plain brown hair, plain brown eyes and an average body type - I was just a girl, whereas she was a goddess. Nevertheless, I loved her for being an awesome friend.

"I know just a thing to cheer you up!" I could practically hear excitement in her voice.

"Oh no, you don't!" My terrified expression must have amused her.

"Oh yes, I do! Drinks are on me!"

Who said going clubbing and getting drunk was a good idea? Why do I have such a bad feeling about this?

***Here goes the first part! A bit of a cliffhanger...sorry. So tell me what you thought about it.***