Phase two

As Horatio stood there leaning over Melanie ready to kiss her, she knew this would be the one to......melt her heart, no, send her quivering, no, leave her gasping for air, no, no and no again. It just wasn’t working. Bloody Horatio was turning out to be an absolute pratt and Melanie a psycho, no-one would want to read this drivel. Annabelle didn’t want to read this drivel. Why did it seem to be so easy for some people, how come it came naturally to them. Annabelle had thought it sounded so romantic to say she was a writer, it had given her purpose.
She realised she was bored with this so went to get a coffee, that’s when it happened. She had gone to use her card and it had been declined, this wasn‘t good. Annabelle suddenly remembered she had spent quite a lot on coming out to South of France and hadn’t expected to stay for this long. That is when she decided to write seriously. She started writing about the characters she saw and making up wonderful intricate stories about them. She hoped she would be able to turn this into a best selling book. So she had been genuinely surprised when she had been spotted one day by another writer who wrote for a magazine for teenagers, she made Annabelle send her work into the editor, he had read it and then suggested it for this new magazine.
Annabelle had jumped at the chance especially as it meant she could earn some money. The trouble was at the interview she wasn’t exactly truthful
“So, how long have you been writing for?”
“Well over a period of well I suppose a couple of years” she had blagged.
“What style do you prefer to write in?”
“Well, I suppose whichever style the reader likes to read.” She blagged.
“What do you hope to achieve when writing for our readers?”
“Well I suppose answering their questions!” she blagged.
“When can you start?”
Her blagging had obviously worked, or they were desperate as they offered her a job then and there.
She had to start right away. SO she left her villa and returned back to the not so sunny parts of London.
It was a bit of a shock coming back as she still had quite a lot of domestic admin to sort out. She had to find a new flat for her and Francessca as she had now separated from her husband Freddy. They had sold their old house and split the money equally. Annabelle had decided it was time for a change, so she had chosen Chelsea, the trouble was the prices were extortionate, however she was getting her first paycheque in this week before she had even started writing, so there shouldn’t be any problems finding something. As she sat on the flight home contemplating her next move she decided to start work on her column.