Here's something different... I tried to draw a human, but failed epically. But anyways, here it is. There's a story that goes along with it, too.
The Fugitive
Joanne Gardner was a receptionist for a business that manufactured high-tech machines. She drove to work every morning with her regular cup of coffee by her side, into the city where the bustling of morning rush hour took place. When she entered the tall glass skyscraper and sat at her reception desk, she took a glance at the photo with her three children and her husband. She smiled, for she was always happy to see her special loved ones every morning. The picture in the gold frame kept her motivated, better than her French vanilla espresso with whipped cream.
She was the only worker in her household, her husband had recently been laid off at a factory downtown. He had been trying to find a job, but in this economy he was not having much luck. Joanne barely made enough salary to put food on their table.
One morning she was typing out a draft on her computer, when her cell phone rang. She picked it up, saw that it was her mother on the caller ID, and instantly worried. She answered it with a slightly shaking hand.
"Hello?"
"Joanne, I have some terrible news," her mother said sadly on the other end.
"Oh no.. What is it?" She asked, already tearing up.
"Your father passed away earlier this morning.."
The words struck Joanne like a brick to the chest. She was close to her father, the two shared an unspeakable bond. They would always complete each other's thoughts, sentences, and know just how to have a good time with just about anything.
"R-really?.." She choked, a lump forming in her throat.
"I'm so sorry, Jo..." Her mother cried on the other end. Joanne said her sympathies and hung up, staring at her phone on the desk. Her boss, Mr. Gregory stormed up to her. He was a stout, fat man with little hair on his balding head. He wore small square-framed glasses and had a walrus-like moustache.
"Joanne, what the hell are you doing?" He scolded her, looking at her through his flashing lens.
"Sir, I'm sorry, my---.." She began to answer, but was interupted.
"Joanne, I can't have you sitting here doing nothing!! We have a company to run!" He slammed his fist on the desk, making her jump.
"Sir, please--.."
"I've had it up to here with your slacking! I've never had a lazier employee!" He raged, his face turning red, his beady black eyes shining with anger.
"I haven't been having the best day, sir!..." She shot back, her bright blue eyes filled with tears.
"Well, every day isn't your best day! And certainly not today---Because YOU'RE FIRED..." He boomed. Joanne's heart sank to her stomach.
"What?" She asked, the words echoing in her head. She was frozen.
"You heard me! Now pack your bags and LEAVE.." He yelled, turned on his heel and stormed out. Joanne sat, unable to move, for the longest time before starting to pack up her things. She picked up the picture frame. How would she support her family? They would go homeless, unable to have any food or clothes, or pay the bills. She started sobbing uncontrolably, before she eyed the register under the desk. She kept the key to it in her drawer. Looking around her, she pretended to trip, and threw her coffee cup at the security camera. The hot burning liquid short-circuited it. Then she opened the register and stared at the wads of cash. Should she take it? She had to keep her family happy for now. And she had to help her mother with her father's funeral expenses. Her conscience running wildly in her head, she decided to take the money. She threw it in her briefcase and quickly walked out of the headquarters. Turning around the corner, she heard Mr. Gregory yelling at her from behind. She picked up her pace, fearful that he had called the cops. She raced down the sidewalk, still sobbing. Her mascara had run down her face. The siren of a police car was in the distance, and she feared for her life now. Why had she done this?? She saw a police officer running at her, and veered off to the left down an alleyway. She ran up to a brick wall, she was trapped. She dropped her briefcase, and leaned against the wall crying. Her life had now been screwed up because of what she'd done. All she ever wanted was her family to survive, happily. She opened her eyes and through her tears she saw the police squad running at her. It's over, she thought. Her eyes burned now, she reached into her pocket to take out a tissue, but the officers believed it was something else. Joanne heard loud shots exploding in the air....
Depressing ending, I know... T_T '