A Night in Theresa's Life

"Ah!" Theresa sighed with relief as she slipped out of those damn torture devices and slipped into a pair of flats.

She glared at the heels before sighing and picking them off of the ground and shutting her car door and tossing them in the back of her car.

"I really need to get another job." She muttered to herself while getting the hell away from the Lawndale Mall.

Having to deal with idiot teenage girls and go along with the shtick of 'Popularity' and it's byzantine rules was really becoming annoying.

By breaking several speed limits Theresa reached the dorms of Lawndale State on record time and parked in her usual spot.

When Theresa reached her room, her roommate wasn't there, a bonus since she really needed to hit the books.

Then she felt a hunger pain and winced, she had forgotten to nick something from the food court again.

"Dammit!" she muttered and checked her section of the cabinets and only found a lonely package of ramen noodles.

She sighed, her payday wasn't for another three days and her parents hadn't sent any money, again.

Another growl from her belly clinched it, she needed to eat.

Then the phone rang.

"Hello? Oh hey Zachary!" Theresa said with a grin at the voice on the other end of the line.

It had been a little strange at first, dating a high school kid at her age, but after bumping into him at Cashman's and helping him find something for that twit Quinn, things had moved of their own accord.

And now...

"Well how's my girl?" Zachary replied.

"Hungry, overworked, and looking at a mountain of homework." She answered obviously drained.

"Ouch!" Zachary said in sympathy, "Well I wanted to see if you wanted to go out tonight. But I think I'll swing by with some Chinese. Sound good?"

"Yes it does." Theresa said gratefully.

"I'll be there in half an hour, love you babe."

"I love you too."


As she put the receiver down, feeling pretty good with the promise of company and food coming, Theresa smirked and said to herself, "He's getting some action tonight."

Then she looked down and noticed she was still in one of the Cashman's dresses and grimaced, the damn cheaply made things usually didn't survive more than a couple of months.

Theresa went to her dresser drawer and grabbed a cute shirt and short-shorts that were not from work and decided to wash up real quick before Zachary arrived.

Sure it sucked having to work and go to school at the same time, and it took everything she had not to just throttle the dumb sows she dealt with on a daily basis, and yes cash was always tight. But as Theresa grabbed the good stuff out of her underwear drawer all of that was put to the side.

Her real life was here, not there.