Helen Smith was boring.
Her life was boring. Her job was boring. Even her name was boring. She was average height, average build, her eyes were brown and her hair was mousey. The most extraordinary thing about her face were the few freckles that scattered her nose, cheeks, and forehead.
She was in her mid-twenties, and she had done everything by the book – whatever that meant. She had finished her education, partied a bit, landed a reliable job, had a few unsuccessful relationships, and lived with her best friend, Jules, for the past three years.
Jules was not boring at all, and the two of them had been close since senior school. Jules had always kept Helen’s life a little more interesting. That was all changing now, though. Jules was moving in with her boyfriend, and Helen was moving into a new place. Alone.
She was happy for Jules, but she enjoyed company in general. She had considered looking for another roommate, but after meeting with a few interested parties, she had quickly changed her mind again.
Perhaps she would get a cat.
Author note: This is just a small thing I’m working on at the moment to try and get myself back in the habit of writing daily, and finishing something, and allowing myself to write badly. The plot isn’t even my own idea -a friend suggested it as a joke- but I’m having fun and that’s what counts.
When it’s finished I don’t plan to do anything with it, but I wanted to post this first bit to let you guys know that I am working on something. Even if that something is just learning how to be a writer again!