I walk in...

As soon as I touched the door handle, I felt as if I had already been to this unknown place many times. I walked into a spacious lobby, unusually empty for the busy morning hour.
There was a huge digital clock on the wall, some plants in the large marble vases on both sides of the entrance, and three elevator doors with no people waiting. I did sense that it wouldn't be easy to get rid of that policeman. I suspected he would follow me into the building. So, I rushed to the middle elevator, smashed the call button, jumped into the opened door, and a few seconds later I zipped up.

This is what's now

This is what I am now. But I will continue my story about what happened prior to this video blurb:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOBhwtuZDjo

A step into the unknown

I began to walk down the street trying to look as busy as possible. As if I knew where I was going. I had no idea it would be so hard to pretend that I knew my destination. Was that police officer still following me? I didn't want to look back because I was afraid I would make him even more suspicious. Then I used my favorite maneuver. I stopped  and tapped my shoe on the ground as if something got into it. Then I bent down, took my shoe off and shook it a few times like there was a pebble in it or something. When I was bending down, I managed to check if the police officer was still there. He was! On my side of the street, talking on his radio. I put my shoe on and looked up at the building at which I happened to stop. It was tall and bright, one of those downtown glass and steel beauties. Well, this was it. It was my "destination." No way, I'm going to show that police officer that I didn't know where to go. I decisively walk up to the building and grabbed the heavy metal door handle.

Downtown alert

I got off the bus in the middle of downtown. Well, not exactly “got off” - I was carried off the bus by a large crowd of busy-looking people. Wow! Downtown was awesome! So loud and colorful. It must have been the most bustling place on earth: buses, cars, billboards, traffic lights and hundreds of people hurrying in different directions.  I think I was the only one who didn't drink coffee on the go (I’d better learn to drink coffee since I plan to become a busy professional; I think a coffee cup is almost a required thing for a business person to hold in the left hand (and iPhone in the right). I wanted to take just a little bit of time and to look around but I noticed a policeman who seemed to watch me from across the street. Darn it! I was sure he was looking for someone to detain and I was a perfect candidate: a lonely teen in the middle of a busy morning only meant for adults. I tried to think if a place to escape.

To the coffee house at the corner? No! I only had money left for the bus. The bookstore? It was too small to get lost among a few morning visitors. Get on another bus? No! Bank? No! There was another policeman by its entrance. Just to run down the street like mad? This was a stupid idea. In the meantime, the policeman began to cross the street looking straight at me….

First step (and lie:-( on my career path

I had to sneak out of the house before my mom got out of the shower. "The school bus is here!" I shouted on the top of my lungs, threw my backpack in the closet (I didn't think it would go well with my professional black and white outfit) and rushed outside. Miss Rush the bus driver waved at me. "Sorry, Miss Rush. We should have notified you earlier. My mom would give me a ride today. Actually...." (I've decided to lie elaborately)..."My mom's work scheduled changed and she would be driving me to school from now on."
"No problem!" The chubby Miss Rush turned out to be the easiest obstacle on my long career path. She pulled the lever and the school bus took off. Phew...
Now I needed to run to the bus stop as soon as possible before mom peeked out of the window to make sure I got picked up by the school bus.
I made it to the nearest city bus stop in three giant leaps, got on the bus, took the front seat and did my best to look calm, cool and professional. I pulled my hair in a tight pony tail. A few people had told me before that I looked older with my hair like that. This is what I needed - to look older and not to raise any suspicion among the people on the bus. I am NOT a kid who's skipping school. I have MY important business to go about. This is what I tried to tell everyone around with my cool looks and calm demeanor. My efforts seemed to work....

OMG!

Oh My God! I can't speak, I can't eat, I can't sleep! It's just huge and overwhelming!
Thank God, I can write, so I can share with everybody what happened to me on Monday (it's still hard to believe it happened to me!!!). I'd like to be as detailed as possible because I'd like to record every single moment of that day to remember it for good. So, there I was, awake in my bed at 7 a.m. Strangely enough I woke up by myself with no help from this mean cruel creature called an 'alarm clock.' I don't think it ever happened to me  to wake up before the alarm clock went off. I got dressed in the white blouse and the black skirt, which I was lucky to find in my closet and rushed to the kitchen. I practically inhaled my food because I was afraid mom would have her morning coffee, get a bit more alert and notice that I wasn't wearing my usual jeans and a t-shirt (the times when mom was so particular about my school outfit and made sure everything matched were long gone). Sorry, I have to stop here. Mom is coming and she has no idea what happened to me. Till soon!

Scared

I'm really scared. Now when I have my plan in the works, I can't get rid of this eerie feeling. What if something goes wrong, what if I fail, what if there is no job for me out there. Who am I? What can I do? What should I learn? I can't wait until I become a doctor or a lawyer. It will take me forever to become one. I must rely on one and the only recipe: skills + luck + magic!
Speaking a foreign language has always been a marketable skill. I'm good at learning languages (at least, according to my Spanish teacher Ms. Guerra.) But everyone knows some Spanish around here. It no longer impresses people. What language should I learn? There is a Russian food store a few blocks away from our house. That place is always full of people and they speak non-stop. So, Russian?