Sky's The Limit?
I am starting to write this new story I just have a quick question.
Which pov should I do the story in? I give you multiple pov's....this answer will determine how the story goes....thanks!
Ms.Linger's Pov
With a sweep of my fingers my hair was in a high ponytail. My make-up was no doubt smeared and my temper was short. Two long strides had me at the door and I turned the knob slowly. The light's flicked on as my loud clicks of my high heels announced my entrance. "Chelsey!" I snapped my fingers and a small teenager ran out. "Yes, Ms.Linger?" Chelsey asked, anxious to please me. "Fix my make-up," I ordered and watched her dash away. I lazily strolled over to a chair and sat down in it. I admired my freshly painted hot pink nails as Chelsey came into my view. "Chelsey," I sighed her name in annoyance. "Make sure you actually do a good job this time...or your fired," I hissed the last part and she squeaked in fear. She couldn't afford to lose this job or her family would be homeless, again. Pathetic twirp!
Chelsey's pov.
I finally got home with tear stained eyes and dropped my school bag on the floor. Amy, my sister walked out carrying a stack of bills. "Hey Chi," she greeted me and dropped the bills on our small table. "Hey," I greeted her and tried to keep my face normal looking. I admired my sister as she sorted through the bills wishing I was as strong as she was. Her blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were the lightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Her nose was slightly crooked from too many broken noses, but that was her fault. If she hadn't gone around provoking my dead brother she would have a perfect nose. Max, my dead brother, was a very abusive man. He died in a car crash last summer after he had stormed out of the house. Of course, he had given Amy another broken nose before he left because she had dropped the food she was serving him. "Too many god damn bills," Amy muttered and I left to go to my room. I sighed wishing I had a normal life. Mom was either drunk, or extremely angry. She was never a happy normal mom like some of my friends talked about. She hated Amy and I, and wished that we were never born.
Amy's pov.
"Tell me," I ordered gently as I tried to comfort Chelsey. "She threatened to fire me, Ams," Chelsey's small voice whispered and I wrapped her in a hug. After I had paid most of the bills I went to check up on Chelsey only to find her small figure curled up in a ball, crying. "I'll take your job," I said and she looked up through red puffy eyes. "Which means, you have to find a different job. Preferably, and easier one. Got it?" I asked her and she nodded. "Love you Chi," I said and kissed her forehead. "Sleep," I whispered and flicked her bedroom lights off. With a heavy sigh I dragged myself to the couch and fell on it. I didn't bother to take off my clothes. Before I knew it I was fast asleep.
Will's Pov.
I stepped in the new building and made my way over to the Ms. Linger. "Good morning," I stuck my hand out for her to shake. I waited impatiently as she took in my appearance. "Good morning Mr. Recker," she cooed and a flirty smile went on her face. I ignored her attempts of flirting and got straight down to business. "Is my office ready?" I asked her and she nodded her head. "Of course it is. Let me get my assistant to show it to you," her voice turned into a whisper and she called for her assistant. "Ms.Linger," a female voice called and a blonde blur rushed to her. "Where is my assistant?!" Mr. Linger demanded and I gritted my teeth. This lady really knew how to get on my nerves. "I thought you had everything under control," I raised an eyebrow at s. Linger and she raised her chin. "Just give me a minute Mr.Recker," she cooed and pulled the blonde aside.
Ms.Linger's Pov
"Where is the little brat?" I hissed at the blonde. "Actually she quit, but I can take her place," the blonde girl said and I tapped my high heel on the ground. "You haven't been interviewed," I glared at her and she blushed. "Well. Unless you want Mr.Recker to believe that you are incompetent at your job I suggest you hire me...immediately," the blonde grinned at me and I stamped my foot. "Fine, your hired," I said and tried to get a flirty smile back on my face. "Mr. Recker," the blonde said and he turned to look at her. His brown hair fell slightly in his face. His jaw was well-defined and his eyes was a dark green. He worked out often which added to how he attractive he was."I'll gladly show you your office. I apologizes for being late," she said and a smiled went up on my face. This chick knew what she was doing.
Ms.Linger's Pov
With a sweep of my fingers my hair was in a high ponytail. My make-up was no doubt smeared and my temper was short. Two long strides had me at the door and I turned the knob slowly. The light's flicked on as my loud clicks of my high heels announced my entrance. "Chelsey!" I snapped my fingers and a small teenager ran out. "Yes, Ms.Linger?" Chelsey asked, anxious to please me. "Fix my make-up," I ordered and watched her dash away. I lazily strolled over to a chair and sat down in it. I admired my freshly painted hot pink nails as Chelsey came into my view. "Chelsey," I sighed her name in annoyance. "Make sure you actually do a good job this time...or your fired," I hissed the last part and she squeaked in fear. She couldn't afford to lose this job or her family would be homeless, again. Pathetic twirp!
Chelsey's pov.
I finally got home with tear stained eyes and dropped my school bag on the floor. Amy, my sister walked out carrying a stack of bills. "Hey Chi," she greeted me and dropped the bills on our small table. "Hey," I greeted her and tried to keep my face normal looking. I admired my sister as she sorted through the bills wishing I was as strong as she was. Her blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were the lightest blue eyes I have ever seen. Her nose was slightly crooked from too many broken noses, but that was her fault. If she hadn't gone around provoking my dead brother she would have a perfect nose. Max, my dead brother, was a very abusive man. He died in a car crash last summer after he had stormed out of the house. Of course, he had given Amy another broken nose before he left because she had dropped the food she was serving him. "Too many god damn bills," Amy muttered and I left to go to my room. I sighed wishing I had a normal life. Mom was either drunk, or extremely angry. She was never a happy normal mom like some of my friends talked about. She hated Amy and I, and wished that we were never born.
Amy's pov.
"Tell me," I ordered gently as I tried to comfort Chelsey. "She threatened to fire me, Ams," Chelsey's small voice whispered and I wrapped her in a hug. After I had paid most of the bills I went to check up on Chelsey only to find her small figure curled up in a ball, crying. "I'll take your job," I said and she looked up through red puffy eyes. "Which means, you have to find a different job. Preferably, and easier one. Got it?" I asked her and she nodded. "Love you Chi," I said and kissed her forehead. "Sleep," I whispered and flicked her bedroom lights off. With a heavy sigh I dragged myself to the couch and fell on it. I didn't bother to take off my clothes. Before I knew it I was fast asleep.
Will's Pov.
I stepped in the new building and made my way over to the Ms. Linger. "Good morning," I stuck my hand out for her to shake. I waited impatiently as she took in my appearance. "Good morning Mr. Recker," she cooed and a flirty smile went on her face. I ignored her attempts of flirting and got straight down to business. "Is my office ready?" I asked her and she nodded her head. "Of course it is. Let me get my assistant to show it to you," her voice turned into a whisper and she called for her assistant. "Ms.Linger," a female voice called and a blonde blur rushed to her. "Where is my assistant?!" Mr. Linger demanded and I gritted my teeth. This lady really knew how to get on my nerves. "I thought you had everything under control," I raised an eyebrow at s. Linger and she raised her chin. "Just give me a minute Mr.Recker," she cooed and pulled the blonde aside.
Ms.Linger's Pov
"Where is the little brat?" I hissed at the blonde. "Actually she quit, but I can take her place," the blonde girl said and I tapped my high heel on the ground. "You haven't been interviewed," I glared at her and she blushed. "Well. Unless you want Mr.Recker to believe that you are incompetent at your job I suggest you hire me...immediately," the blonde grinned at me and I stamped my foot. "Fine, your hired," I said and tried to get a flirty smile back on my face. "Mr. Recker," the blonde said and he turned to look at her. His brown hair fell slightly in his face. His jaw was well-defined and his eyes was a dark green. He worked out often which added to how he attractive he was."I'll gladly show you your office. I apologizes for being late," she said and a smiled went up on my face. This chick knew what she was doing.
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