Chloe Anna Schmidt: A Short Story
Chloe Anna Schmidt was undoubtedly privileged. She'd grown up with her family in the affluent DC suburbs, and although she'd always moved around with her family, they had never lived in anything other than relative luxury. Indeed for as long as she'd been alive her parents had been people of significant means. Yet it was more than money, both of her Chloe's parents had friends and old colleagues connected to some of the biggest and most prestigious institutions in the city.
Her family on the whole had demonstrated that they could certainly give Chloe and her younger brother lives which were generally free from any serious concern or anxiety, and a future which was deeply secure. Yet the Schmidt family were not even actually multi-millionaires, …show more content…
Their arrogant attitude grated on her more than she wished to admit, and every time she had bumped into them she'd found herself rolling her eyes and walking away dumbfounded. IT didn't matter that she had a boyfriend they felt entitled to hit on her, it was irrelevant that they might not be her "type" at all, or that she'd knocked them back, they were insistent that she should entertain their "banter", "attitude" and "humor". So far as Chloe had become concerned, the guys were little more than entitled sexist …show more content…
what a shitty place to live!" The attractive young brunette muttered to herself, her eyes adjusting to the amber light of the late winter afternoon.
The building behind her was decrepit, but it was functional. The homes were all in decent order, and the utilities were certainly what her father had told her to expect, but that was his job; he knew what he was buying, and he knew how much it could sell for if he had the right permits, planning and renovations.
But as Chloe looked up and down the wintry avenue her concerns were suddenly taken somewhere else entirely; she didn't see a bus, a taxi or a metro bridge for what looked like a 4-5 blocks each way. Shit... where the fuck do I go? she posed silently to herself, looking each way before fishing her little blue iPhone out of the right hand pocket of her nice black leather jacket.
"What? no signal? seriously!?" she almost cursed, stuffing her hand -and phone- back into her pocket, and she started walking back in the direction she'd come. Chloe was certain she'd seen a metro station on her taxi-ride across town... she certainly wasn't going to stand around waiting in what was definitely not "her" side of
Her family on the whole had demonstrated that they could certainly give Chloe and her younger brother lives which were generally free from any serious concern or anxiety, and a future which was deeply secure. Yet the Schmidt family were not even actually multi-millionaires, …show more content…
Their arrogant attitude grated on her more than she wished to admit, and every time she had bumped into them she'd found herself rolling her eyes and walking away dumbfounded. IT didn't matter that she had a boyfriend they felt entitled to hit on her, it was irrelevant that they might not be her "type" at all, or that she'd knocked them back, they were insistent that she should entertain their "banter", "attitude" and "humor". So far as Chloe had become concerned, the guys were little more than entitled sexist …show more content…
what a shitty place to live!" The attractive young brunette muttered to herself, her eyes adjusting to the amber light of the late winter afternoon.
The building behind her was decrepit, but it was functional. The homes were all in decent order, and the utilities were certainly what her father had told her to expect, but that was his job; he knew what he was buying, and he knew how much it could sell for if he had the right permits, planning and renovations.
But as Chloe looked up and down the wintry avenue her concerns were suddenly taken somewhere else entirely; she didn't see a bus, a taxi or a metro bridge for what looked like a 4-5 blocks each way. Shit... where the fuck do I go? she posed silently to herself, looking each way before fishing her little blue iPhone out of the right hand pocket of her nice black leather jacket.
"What? no signal? seriously!?" she almost cursed, stuffing her hand -and phone- back into her pocket, and she started walking back in the direction she'd come. Chloe was certain she'd seen a metro station on her taxi-ride across town... she certainly wasn't going to stand around waiting in what was definitely not "her" side of