Saturday, February 7, 2015

Prologue - Every story needs to begin somewhere...

Every story needs to begin somewhere...
  Warning: Language and some partial nudity

The buzzing alarm clock starting ringing it's shrill warbling.

"Christ Mac, turn it off or I'll throw it across the room!" a male voice grumbled gruffly.
Mackenzie Foster, otherwise known as Mac to her friends, sat up and blinked her bleary eyes as she eyed her clock.  "Dammit. I forgot to set it early today," she swore, reaching over her male guest to make the alarm shut up.  "Come on, Remmy, time to go," she said, shoving his shoulder.  "I have to get to work."
Remmy grunted as he rolled over and squinted his eyes against the light coming in from the windows.  "God, Mac, haven't you heard of curtains."
Mac rolled her eyes, "Come on, Remmy. I'm not playing. I have to get to work on time today!"

Remmy grunted again and collapsed against the pillows.

"I swear, your ass is out the door when I'm out of the shower, whether you're dressed or not," she threatened.  She couldn't believe she'd let him talk her into bringing him home again.  They had this ridiculous on-again, off-again relationship.
"Oh shut up," she snapped at her reflection when she padded into the bathroom.  "What do you know anyway?" 
One quick, cold shower later, Mac hurried back into her room, pissed off to find Remmy lounging on the bed as though he had every right to be there.  "Come on back to bed, Mac.  Just call in," he implored her.  She hated herself for even considering it.
"Cut the crap, Remmy. I've gotta go. I'm going to get fired!" she said angrily.  He never listened!
"Get dressed, I'm out the door in 5 minutes," she said as she walked out of the room.  She had just enough time for a quick breakfast.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Remmy said testily as he got out of bed and scooped up his pants.
"Listen, I'm working late tonight, but maybe we can get together tomorrow," he said hopefully, trailing behind her.

"Yeah, okay," Mac agreed grudgingly as she sat down with her cereal.  "Call me."
Remmy came up behind her and caressed his hands up and down her shoulder, leaning in to kiss the spot near her ear that drove her crazy.  "I had a really nice time last night," he whispered.  "I've missed you these past weeks."

Reaching up, she held him close a moment.  "I missed you, too," she admitted. 
"I'll call you soon," he promised. And then he was gone.


Mackenzie raced to work, weaving around oblivious pedestrians.  "Watch it, buddy!" she called out to the guy that had almost stepped in front of her.  She was late!
"Hey Freddy, I'm here!" she called out as she walked into the diner.

Freddy glanced up from the counter with a scowl on his face.  "It's about damn time, Mackenzie! I got two tables that need their orders taken!"  He jabbed his finger towards the customers who looked like they'd been waiting too long.

Hardly pausing a moment, she pulled the pen and pad out of her pocket and approached the first table.  "Hey guys, what'll it be?"

"It's about time!" the out-spoken one in the group said snidely.  "Don't think you're getting a tip!"

Good morning to you, too, Sunshine, she thought caustically as she forced a smile onto her face.


After the lunch rush, Mackenzie finally found time to slip outside for a break.   Sighing, she sat down on the bench in the back and leaned her head back.  The diner had been slammed today!  Reaching into her pocket, she shook out a cigarette and lit it up.
Taking a deep breath, she inhaled as she lifted her face towards the sun, and exhaled all her stress.  It was times like these she wondered why she'd even come to the city.  Life had been slower in the little town that she'd grown up in.

But, the minute she'd turned 18, she'd packed her bags and said "So Long" to the orphanage and headed out to make it big on her own.

She scoffed, As if!

Mackenzie had just glanced up when she saw this high-maintenance blonde skip out without paying for her meal.  Oh no you don't, she thought as she put her pen and pad on the bar and hurried after her.  This meal is not coming out of my paycheck!

"Hey! You!" she called out, reaching out to grab the girl's arm. "You didn't pay for your food!"
The girl whirled around at the touch and shoved her finger in Mackenzie's face.  "Do you know who I am?" she responded angrily.  "You're going to regret this!"

"HA!" Mackenzie snapped smugly.  "That'll be the day!"  Freddy would have her back.  He hated it when slackers skipped out on their tickets!


"You can keep the stinking job and shove it!"  Mackenzie yelled at the Freddy's retreating figure.  Apparently the dumb blonde had some friends in high places. Freddy had gone ballistic when Mac had hauled her back in.  "I can't afford the negative publicity she's threatening!" he'd railed at her after he'd hauled her into his office.

Fired! she fumed, stomping her feet, ready to throw a full-out temper tantrum in front of Freddy's Diner.  


Mackenzie made the commute back home, thankful when she finally go to the elevator and pushed the button to her floor.  Home.
The minute she closed her door, she rested her back against the door and slowly slumped to the floor.  "What am I going to do now?" she asked wearily, burying her face against her legs and letting the tears finally come.


Too lonely and depressed in her empty house, Mackenzie got dressed up and headed down to a disco club with some girl friends.  She was going to dance away her sorrows!
"Are you always in this good of a mood?" this guy asked as he came up behind her and started to grind against her.

Mackenzie scoffed, "If you only knew!" she slurred with a laugh, feeling a little tipsy.  A few drinks in and everything was looking much better...  "Drink. Imma go get 'nother drink," she said, tottering away.  She watched him shrug and turn to one of her friends and start dancing against her.  She snorted, probably out loud, judging from a few people that glanced her way questioningly. 
She slowly made her way to the bar, stepping around the people dancing. "Hey baby, wanna dance," someone asked near her as he walked by.

"Get bent," she said, continuing on without sparing him a glance.

"Hey, screw you!" he called back to her, turning to his friends and trash talking. 
She couldn't have responded if she'd wanted to.  For a moment, she stood frozen in her spot.  For a moment.
Angrily, she barreled forward, "I thought you were working tonight!" she yelled, "You fucking liar!" Her nails curled into her palm as she fought the urge to wring Remmy's neck.

"Whoa, Mac, wait, it's not what it looks like!" Remmy said, holding his hands up to keep her at bay.

"It's not what it looks like? And tell me? What does it look like to you? Because to me it looked like you had  your tongue down her throat!"
The girl scoffed and rolled her eyes.  This was not good, Remmy thought as he watched Mac's eyes turn towards her, shooting daggers.

"Am I right? Were you enjoying his tongue down your throat?" she asked, dangerously calm.

Bianca tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned back to Remmy.  "Should she leave? Or should I?" she asked snottily.

Remmy was about to apologize and ask for a moment to explain when Mac exploded.

That slight pause was enough to tell Mac everything that she needed to know. "Don't worry about it, Remmy. I'll make it easy for you! I don't ever want to see you again!" she said, turning on her stiletto heel and hurrying away.
 She could only just make out the exit through the sheen of tears.

Mackenzie stopped by the fountain in the front of her apartment.  She wasn't ready to go in.  Her bed still probably smelled like him.
Sighing, she plopped down on the edge of the fountain and glanced up at the stars in the sky, twirling a finger in the water.   She remembered when she was a little girl, her mom said she could make a wish on a star.

"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight," she said, then stopped, feeling foolish.  Here she was, sitting outside and talking to herself! She crossed her arms and let out a huffy breathy.

But, what if it worked, a voice in her head whispered.  Mackenzie glanced back up at the twinkling stars, one shining brighter than the rest.  "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

Mackenzie shut her eyes tightly, thinking of all the years spent in the orphanage, being passed over for being a gangly-legged, mouthy child.  "I wish that I could find someplace where I belong!" she whispered fervently.


  1. I'm a big fan of the Wishacy Challenge, and I'm excited to see where you go with yours. I love the variations you are proposing for it.
    And Mackenzie is an awesome founder, I love her already!

    1. Thanks for reading! I am really, really enjoying the Challenge so far! Although, I must say that my founder rocks because she is making it all so easy for me!

  2. I love Mackenzie's look! Such a cool start for a Wishacy! Now this is the third blog of yours I'm going to stalk :D