Winchester Legacy 1.1

RECAP: Toni was kicked out from her parents mansion, all her funds were cut off but luckily she was able to move onto a plot of land her grandmother had willed to her along with §20,000. The money didn’t stretch very far so Toni got a job, fell in love, changed jobs and found out that her lover was cheating on her. Things ended on a happy note with her getting a promotion in her LTW career.

“Okay, okay. If I move this pawn in front of this rook I don’t think there’s anyway for it to get taken. At least I don’t think there is. Should I do that? I mean, it’s just a pawn but pawns are the first line of defense in chess. The game could just-Oh! Hello! You’re back again I see! Just a quick question. How do you keep getting into my house? I always lock the door but…what are you freaking Houdini? If you weren’t so nice I’d call the cops.”

“What am I doing? Playing chess. It’s harder than it looks to play yourself. You have to focus on each respective piece for each side. It makes it so much more complicated. Just because I’m not with Joe the dirt bag anymore doesn’t the mean that I’m going to forget everything that he taught me. Do you play chess? No? That’s a shame. I would have played with you. Do you want to learn? What do you mean your hands are kind of tied up right now? Put down the camera and…if you didn’t want to interrupt me you shouldn’t have the flash on.”

I grumbled as the photographer laughed but inwardly I was happy to have someone to talk to. Joe might have been a cheating ass but at least I he was someone to talk to. I didn’t make friends very easily. I don’t know what it was about me that put people off. Inwardly I shrugged and continued to play my game.

“Oh gosh, I don’t know if I want to make this move. What if it’s the wrong move? What if I put myself in checkmate? It would be-. Well, yes I know that I would technically win either way but than if you think about it I’d be losing too!” I grimaced and held the piece in the air for a moment while I studied the board from every angle. Then, slowly, cautiously I placed the piece on the board.

“Checkmate!” I crowed as the photographer shook her head. I had to laugh. I must look crazy playing chess by myself. I mean, I was no Fisher but I thought I was getting a little better at it.

“Once again…do you mind? I can’t go to the bathroom if someone is staring at me. That’s like going to the doctor and knowing you have to go to the bathroom but the minute they give you that cup to take a pee in it’s like you never had to go. So, if you don’t mind I would like a little privacy. And yes, I read the newspaper while on the toilet. Doesn’t everyone?”

Seeing as how I was already in the bathroom I decided to take a quick shower. Yanking back the curtain I studied the tiles of the shower stall. Shaking my head I grabbed the sponge and started to scrub. I don’t understand how mildew can grow some quickly on-

I froze when I heard the click of a camera then continued to scrub. “Before you ask, no I don’t normally clean the bathroom naked but I figured since I was already in here there was no reason for me to put my clothes back on only to take them back off when I hopped into the shower. Now, unless you want my singing to burst your eardrums I suggest you leave the bathroom.”

“What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at the Sponge? You can’t laugh at SpongeBob! It’s like sacrilegious or something. I love me some SpongeBob and Patrick. Besides this was on sale so I couldn’t pass it up. Now go away. I have work early tomorrow morning and I am so not a morning person. And that lady that drives the car, you know the one,” I smothered a yawn with my hand as my eyes started to drift closed. “You know the one that always picks me up? She is so annoying…honking the horn…constantly….”

I had gotten another promotion. I tugged on the sleeve of the teal uniform. “Who wears stuff like this?” I wondered aloud as I heard the car pull up in front of the house. She had barely pulled up before I heard two sharp blasts of the horn. Scowling, I walked out of the house. This uniform did nothing for me. It was an ugly color and besides it itched.

Through the window I could see the woman turn her head to look at me as I walked closer to the car. She was something else. I had tried talking to her a couple of times but she’d never say anything. It was kind of awkward actually but I guess some people just aren’t talkative. Especially at the butt crack of down. I’m sure not trying to talk to anyone this early. And all that horn blowing is annoying. It’s a good thing I don’t have any neighbors or they might complain.

I blinked as I opened the door only to hear another blast of the horn.

“Is she freaking kidding me? She saw me walking toward the car. Why would she even think about blowing the horn?” I snapped underneath of my breath. See, crap like this is what annoys me. It was too early for me to play nice. It wasn’t natural to be up so early. The sun wasn’t even out yet and I had a crazy driver coming to pick me up.

“Idiot,” I said underneath of my breath but loud enough for her to hear.

She did that whole slowly turning her head thing like she thought she was going to frighten me or something. I may not be from the ghetto, heck, I’d never stepped foot out of Baldwin Hills until a few months ago, but I wasn’t a punk. Kick boxing works on keeping your body toned and at the same time gave you some defensive moves. Now, I don’t know how well those moves would work in a knock down, drag out fight but I gave her my best steely eyed look.

We stared at each other unblinkingly for what felt like forever before her eye shifted somewhere in the vicinity of my left shoulder. Hells yeah, I crowed inwardly as I watched her turn around and face forward. Outwardly I cleared my throat and stated that I thought we were going to be late to work.

“Oh yeah, I got a promotion at work,” I said as the photographer as my about my day. I shook the newspaper to let her know that I was trying to catch up on the latest events here in town. Obviously that didn’t work since she continued to ask me all sorts of questions about my job. Like what I would be doing now, exactly what was my job title and why wasn’t I out shopping. I peeked over the edge of the newspaper at that last question.

“Shopping? I haven’t been shopping in ages. Is there a place within walking distance?” While I still didn’t have enough money for a car I think I deserved to splurge just a little. At her nod I put down the paper and headed out the door. She didn’t have to tell me twice.