Workshop 5

Jens Vorkefeld
Creative Writing
Workshop 5


The Perfect World

My life has always been miserable. In my childhood the other kids of our neighborhood were mocking me since I wasn`t good and athletic enough to play with them. It was not that I was fat, I was actually very thin and considered myself good looking, I just could not do what they did. In High School I was that person who stood alone in a dark corner admiring the other kids for their perfect life and their good grades. My mother was always hoping that I would be the first person of our entire family that would go to college, but this dream never became true. I am 24 now, live in a small and shitty apartment right under our local train station and work as a waitress in a small restaurant right at a highway.
One day – I could not believe my eyes – a famous rockstar and his crew walked through the door of our restaurant. I was lost in his eyes, his perfect blue eyes and all the greatness they were expressing. Before he left, he came to me and gave me a little letter. Then he was gone, and all I could think of was the way he looked at me. Never before in my life a person looked at me in this beautiful way. I opened the letter:
Cutie,
You are way too beautiful to work in such a restaurant and to be treated the way you are. You deserve better. Come to my house tomorrow night at 8. It`s at 124 Lincoln Street.
I` ll be waiting for you. You can have whatever you like.
Wear something pretty,
T.
I could not believe my eyes when reading the letter. Did he really invite me to his house? Why would he want to meet me? Meet such a miserable person although he could have every girl in the world.
Whatever, the next night I was standing in front of his door, wearing the most beautiful dress I could find in our local shopping mall. I spent more money than I make in two month, only to be able to buy that dress. I rang and he opened. We were looking at each other and all doubts I had before were gone. A few days later I had the perfect life I was always dreaming of. T. was the echo of my soul, the person I was always looking for, the person who fully understands me and knows what I am thinking of only by looking at me.
`Baby, you can have whatever you like.` This is what he said to me every day and I experienced a perfect happiness I could have never even thought of before.
My life was perfect, he was perfect, us together were perfect!
Somebody hit me against my shoulder. `I am not paying you for standing around, regretting your shitty life!` I woke up and I was back in the restaurant behind the counter. I felt something in my hand and looked down. T. was gone and all I held in my hands was a five dollar bill…no letter, just a five dollar bill and nothing more. This was when I realized that I had just been day-dreaming.
My perfect life, gone…