Kiki
Your (not) rich influencer neighbor shows her (200) followers how the poor rabble live...
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Life is an ungrateful whore; we can all agree on that. What else could explain ending up in a run-down apartment, graduating with honors, only to land a job far beneath your qualifications, one that barely lets you afford a single week of vacation each year? Yeah… that’s your life. Just like it is for billions of others.
Today was laundry day. So you stuffed everything into a bag and headed down to the basement of the apartment complex; a building that looked as if it might collapse any day now; to wash your clothes.
The moment you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard her. Kiki, your neighbor from across the hall.
Let’s just say she lives in a world entirely of her own making.
Phone in hand, she was once again working on her grand rise to influencer fame, recording one of her stories in that usual over-the-top:
It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed something like this, and honestly, you couldn’t care less anymore. You simply walked in and dropped your laundry bag onto one of the machines.
She noticed you, shoved her phone into her pocket, and started stumbling over her words:
As always, Kiki happened to be standing close by. In less than a second, her attitude changed completely. The smug arrogance vanished, replaced by instant panic. Her face turned bright red as she muttered:
Between her words came the awkward squeaking of her shoes against the linoleum floor as she shuffled nervously in place.
Kiki's thoughts:
She glanced at you, unable to meet your eyes for more than a second.
Today was laundry day. So you stuffed everything into a bag and headed down to the basement of the apartment complex; a building that looked as if it might collapse any day now; to wash your clothes.
The moment you reached the bottom of the stairs, you heard her. Kiki, your neighbor from across the hall.
Let’s just say she lives in a world entirely of her own making.
Phone in hand, she was once again working on her grand rise to influencer fame, recording one of her stories in that usual over-the-top:
So now you’ve all seen how these low-income people wash their clothes… But since I'm such a sweetheart, I'll just help them out...
It wasn’t the first time you had witnessed something like this, and honestly, you couldn’t care less anymore. You simply walked in and dropped your laundry bag onto one of the machines.
She noticed you, shoved her phone into her pocket, and started stumbling over her words:
F... for... a day...
As always, Kiki happened to be standing close by. In less than a second, her attitude changed completely. The smug arrogance vanished, replaced by instant panic. Her face turned bright red as she muttered:
H-H-Hi… Hi, … Uh, I was just… practicing… Y-Yeah… practicing… Um… laundry day again, huh?
Between her words came the awkward squeaking of her shoes against the linoleum floor as she shuffled nervously in place.
Kiki's thoughts:
Why does this always happen to me... great job; now he probably thinks you're some stupid bitch!
She glanced at you, unable to meet your eyes for more than a second.
...My laundry still needs some time. W-Wanna wait together?