Every day seems to start the same. Wake up, do whatever, and start the day. It’s a never ending cycle. Some days seem longer; some seem shorter. The days are always the same though, no matter how they might seem.
Melanie Marcos hated days that seemed to just drag on. She hated having to work, just to make ends meet. She hated her job, her boss in particular. James Roscoe was an ass, in every sense of the word. He always made cracks about her and her female coworkers, cracks that were not well received, nor appreciated. He talked to the guys with respect, but treated women, of all shapes and sizes like they were there just to please his sexual appetites.
Melanie shuddered at the thought of her obnoxious boss. He wasn’t a pleasant man to think about, nor was he a pleasant man to even look at. He had several missing front teeth, practically no hair, and he always smelled of bacon fat, as if he used it to bath with. No matter, the man, if one could call him that thought he was God’s gift to women. As if, Melanie thought to herself, with an inner shudder.
Snapping herself back to the present locale, she smiled across the table at her gorgeous little girl, Alison. Alison was her pride and joy, the one thing that kept her from running away and screaming from the office when Roscoe started pulling his sexist crap. Alison grinned back, the hole where her front tooth should be proudly shown.
The start of the day was never a good time for Miranda Capellarius. The were-panther hated waking up. She hated the task of having to start a new day. It just never seems to stop though. Every sunset equaled a new sunrise in a few hours, less and less time between it seemed. Miranda just was not a morning person, and it showed in every move she made. It was in the attitude she portrayed.
She climbed out of the bed, and stretched. She grabbed the fluffy, girly robe off of the chair beside the bed, and wrapped it around herself. She hated living in Colorado. The damn temperatures would fluctuate like mad. She wished she was somewhere else, somewhere where it was always warm.
She quickly jogged to the bathroom, and started the shower. She turned on the stereo. She was in the mood for something soft and romantic, so she popped in the Titanic soundtrack. She loved the movie, and even years later, still loved to listen to the music, and remember the feelings that time brought back.
She quickly showered while singing along to Celine Dion. She was so glad that she didn’t live with anyone else. Her voice, in her opinion, was scary. It, without her were-powers, could scare anyone away. As an Arcadian were-panther, she possessed a human heart, with human emotions. It hurt when someone ran away from her, especially if it was only because of her singing.