Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up with a start. I was lying behind an abandoned store on top of a flattened cardboard box. It was difficult to sleep on this when I slept in a king-sized bed my whole life. I mean I went from princess to crazy hermit in 24 hours. Could anything else happen? I went over my options, which didn’t take long since I didn’t have many. I could go to this Eric guy, or I could run around Atlanta looking like a retarded prostitute. I REALLY didn’t want to go to this Eric guy, but it was the only thing I could do, because I needed a shower, STAT. I mean, I’m already dead, what other shenanigans could I possibly get into? I read the card again. It seemed that the “Business Extraordinaire” Only lived a few blocks away from where I was currently standing. I began to have doubts until my stomach started rumbling. I stumbled into the bright daylight, and a few minutes later, found myself staring at a tall apartment in the middle of the city. I knew for sure that the pompous little brat lived here because there was a little gold plaque next to the door that read bingo, you got it; “Eric McKay: Business Extraordinaire" There was no other way around this, so I grasped the doorknob, and slowly turned it.