No Matter What They Say (Jack)

[Kimberly Beckett]

KIM BECKETT

And I know there will be mistakes that I will make
But I know they’re not worse than chances I don’t take

The sun peeked over the horizon a stunning view of the city from her apartment, and apartment filled with expensive furniture. A steady THUMP, THUMP, THUMP echoed through the apartment. Like most mornings, Kim was up at the crack of dawn, working out. She spent a lot of time trying to keep trim, lifting light weights and running on a treadmill. She’d been going at it for sixty minutes now, running at a steady pace while her eyes beamed on the TV in front of her. She sprinted as the clock on her treadmill fell to zero. She hit the button on the treadmill drawing it to a steady stop. Then, stepping off carried herself toward the en suite to her left.

After getting showered, the woman returned to her bedroom, a towel around her body and her hair wrapped neatly in a smaller towel. Stepping up to the large glass mirrored wardrobe, she eased the doors open and began searching through the garments that were hanging in front of her. She then proceeded to get dressed before checking herself a once over in the mirror and exiting the room.

Kim arrived in the kitchen; her apartment was very quiet, empty with no other life apparent but her own. Taking a bowl from the cupboard above her head, Kim set it neatly down on the counter, closed the door and shimmied to the left, opening the next cupboard. Taking out a box of cereal and pouring the contents into the bowl, she pressed both ends of the air tight bag to seal it and placed it neatly back inside the cupboard. She set down for breakfast, a nice bowl of Fruit Loops. As much as she liked to work out and keep trim, she still had a sweet tooth and loved to eat crap, especially crap with a shit tonne of sugar sprinkled on top.

As she sat to eat her cereal, she turned the TV on. As ever the two broadcasting was flooded with bulletins upon bulletins. Shovelling a spoon full of cereal in her mouth, her bright green eyes watched the TV. She went over her plan for the day, her notes written on the black diary she had beside her. She had no plans for work but had a good few lists to complete. Kim was a work-a-holic.

After finishing her cereal, she washed the bowl up, grabbed her bag, slid her shoes on and headed out. Today she was having a day off of work and heading into town to do a little bit of shopping before stopping off and getting a bite to eat with a friend. It was an early start for her, but she had a busy day ahead. She had to shop for supplies for the Saturday coming, her friend Michelle was turning 30 and they were throwing her a surprise party. She took this day off to do that and was armed with her list, ready to get moving.

She gushed out onto the busy streets, it was the morning rush hour after all and the streets were choked with traffic. The streets were milling with working-class desperation – business men, makeup caked secretaries and Asian street vendors. Kim blended well with them in her smart attire, but kept herself to her own; generally that was just how she rolled. She wasn’t one for friendly banter or moving along in large groups. Most of these people looked damn miserable anyway, and she wasn’t prepared to have her face bitten off for saying good morning to a random. But, that didn’t stop her from beaming a smile or two.

The blonde walked down the street, her hand bag strap over her shoulder, her long blonde wavy locks lying past her shoulders and a pair of black glasses on her face. She often wore contacts, but this morning she decided to give it a rest, her contacts irritated sometimes and on the rare occasion gave her pink eye. Now she had heard the rumour about pink eye and wasn’t about to give someone the satisfaction of assuming she’d fell victim to a sneaky pillow farter. Not a chance. Besides, the glasses made her look relatively smart, which was a good thing on top of that full head of blonde locks. People assumed all kinds of things from her.

Of course, what people didn't know that this hard working woman was in fact...a witch. When you heard that word the mind instantly whizzed to the types of witches you heard about as children, green faced, big nosed and pointy hatted wenches that rode broomsticks. Now, Kim wasn't grin and she was perfectly content with her nose, she didn't own a pointy hat and had never tried to ride a broom. She could happily proclaim that those types of witches were merely fiction. Then again, could she be so sure?

Kim practised magic, she also had the ability to control the elements, most specifically Air. Today though, was all about business..no magic required. Kim was a columnist, she was also the editor in chief for a large fashion magazine and had deadlines to meet. The blonde took herself to a small cafe, a block or two from the rented apartment she had. Kim had properties all over the place, her job required travelling and Kim hated living in hotels.

She arrived at the cafe, her work at the ready and took a seat at a quiet table near the back of the room. After ordering herself a cappuccino, she took her laptop from her bag and begun to type out her work on the screen in front of her. Kim pushed her glasses up, preventing them from sliding down her nose. She began to take notes on the side, nibbling the end of her pen as she typed what she had already gotten. This was surely going to be a long day.

She liked working out like this, she liked the quiet of her apartment but sometimes liked to be in public places because often a little bit of noise gave her incentive. Also, since a lot of her work was based around others and lifestyles, she got a good insight from public places. The only bump in the road for Kim was being recognised. She was known for her writing, her interviews and various TV appearances. She didn't write for that, she wrote because she liked to. Recently she was glad to be given the chance to write stories closer to home, stuff about the supernatural. Most people thought it was just crap, myth but she knew otherwise. Though, she couldn't be a hundred percent truthful in her writing nor expose herself...she could give a lot of insight into her world.

Word Count: 1253
Comments: First post! XD
Mood: Hungry
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Tag: Jack