Jeanne was a good girl. She knew it, because everyone told her. She had been the good girl for 23 years now, exactly 23 years, because today was her birthday.
Jeanne closed the door behind her. Home, at least. This had to be the worst birthday in her entire life, the little woman with long black hair thought. No one even noticed it at her work. Not that she expected a surprise party with cake and presents, but a “Congratulations” here and there… She sighted and skimmed through today’s mail. Life was so boring as the silent, the good girl. If only something …special could happen to her, like it seemed to happen to other people all the time.
She stopped at an unfamiliar red envelope in between the bills, labeled simply with “Aunt Maia”. Should at least one person have remembered her? She quickly opened the envelope, but found nothing in it but a small piece of paper.
“Consider your wish granted” she read aloud.
She sighted once again and shrugged her shoulders. Maia was an eccentric, after all. This could mean everything. She searched the envelope again but the note was its only content. Resigning, she brushed her teeth, put her pajama on and went to bed. After all, tomorrow would be another fantastic day of her boring life.
Her first thought in the morning was: “Shit.” Followed quickly by: “It’s ten o’ clock already! I have never been late to work in my whole life!” She gulped down a coffee and rushed through the door.
“At least, I will be there before that blonde.” She grimaced at the thought.
That blonde was Jeanne’s co-worker, Britt, and apparently one of the persons who would drop dead the moment they stopped talking.
Normally, Jeanne had at least two hours in the morning in sweet quietness, but today, she was being greeted with a loud and piercing “Good Moooorning! I was just on my way to call you; I feared you got lost yesterday. Reminding me of – did I tell you of that guy, I met Saturday? He was soooo cute…”
Feeling a bit grumpy today, Jeanne muttered a low “At least one dozen times, yes.”