reagan torres

regan torres stood by the bus stop, sitting down the hard and coiled bus seats of new york city. she sighed as the crisp summer air, blew through her hair, as she held her ipod 9n her hand. ignoring the bum, she slowly took out her metro card from her wallet, as the bus approach to it's bus stop. the double doors of the bus opened, and passengers rushed out.

she smiled briefly at them, and walk up the steep steps. she dipped her metro card into the slot, as it took away the money from her card. she held onto a pole quickly, before the bus pulled away from the bus stop. she hated public transportation, she just couldn't wait to get her driver license, but her father quickly smashed the dreams of her hair blowing in the wind, she remembered the exact words that pierce her heart with such frustration: new York's driver, is too tough for a young girl like you, regs. she gripped onto the pole, trying to let go of the pain as she watched her dream car fade away, a 1963 Mustang, just like Socs in The Outsiders.

a tear was about to drop, on her blushed cheek but it quickly evaporated from the high temperature of the air conditioner. her stop came shortly, she walked off the bus. her favorite song came blasting through her earphones, "corona and lime" by shawayze, her lips watered for a corona now that she was listening to it. she laughed at the thought of her, downing a corona in 5 minutes. the only thing she ever drink is champagne, she's too classy to be drinking beer that people in trailer parks drink.

she turned the corner, and in all it's glory, there was her family's famous duplex apartment building. she walked down the marble stairway, passed the fountain of angels and walked into the lobby, where the doorman was holding the door open for her.the door man tipped his hat, "good afternoon, miss. torres. how was your day?"

she smiled at him, "fine, henry. just fine, i had a talk with father about getting a car, just like you said". "really? how did it go? did he said yes?" henry asked. her smile disappeared, and she removed the earphones from her ears, "he said 'no' henry, your idea didn't help at all. i suggest, that you stop giving advice to people, 'kay? just stick with your job, as opening and closing doors" she walked away, and pressed the up button on the elevator.

she reached the last floor, and as the elevator doors opened up she stepped out gradually to the sky view window of the city. she looked out of the window and sighed quietly, she dropped her bag on her bad and peeled her clothes off. she slipped into something comfy, as she relaxed on her bed with a bag of cheetos in one hand, a remote control in the other, her hair in a complete chinese bun and there she was with a falt screen television on FNMTV.

Tokyo Police Club playing her favorite song "Graves", she sang along and smiled occasionally whenever Pete Wentz smiled, she thought he had a very nice smile. the song was short, but she didn't mind. after watching a few minutes of Run's House, she fell asleep. the next morning, she heard a knock on her door.