The alarm blares and I leap out of bed. 10:30, perfect. I quickly get dressed, grab the ring and rush out the door. I hop into my crimson Porsche and drive off. Hastily, I swerve to avoid a car while checking my hair in the mirror. Yes that right, I can multitask. I pull into Peter's drive and jump out the car. Wow I'm pumped for this. Hang on didn't Peter give me a key. I rustle round in my pocket and pull out a red key. Got it. Walking up to the door I put the key in the lock and open it.

"Surprise, boyfriend. It's me Kelly, your..." I start, but I freeze to see him there, standing in the hall locking lips with some blonde girl. He inelegantly pulls her away from his face and stares at me while I stand, frozen. "Kel, um...it's not what it looks like", he starts, but I'm not having any of it. He can stick his ring now. I can't I believe I was going to give a family heirloom to that twit. Oh my God, it all makes sense now. The endless trips to the "gym" never got him any fitter and now I know where he  was. Snogging the face off some huzzy. I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm. "Get off me Peter, I don't want to see you ever again", I yell, full of rage.

"Wait Kelly, let's talk about this", he murmurs. "I'm so sorry".

"Oh well I'm just going to forgive you right now. Let go of me Peter. Just go away", I say sarcastically.

"Look, I've only been going out with her for a month. I was going to tell you two days ago in your office, but I couldn't come round to tell you", he whispers. He wasn't going to propose to me? He was going to break up with me and go out with that witch? The more I think about it, the more I feel stupid. "Why Pete? What did I ever do to you? Could you not stand me that much that you had to go out with someone else?" I yelp tearfully.

"No. No, no, no Kel, you've got it all wrong. Well, some of it. I just didn't think our relationship was working. I mean you thought that too, right?" he chuckles. He then laughs loudly and I actually want to slap him. How could he be so obnoxious? I can't believe I loved him.

"Are you seriously laughing? You thought our relationship wasn't working so you go off with some girl and don't tell me about it. The least you could do is apologise", I say and his chuckling stops abruptly.

"Fine, I'm sorry. Can we get back together now?" he asks. He's just snogged some woman he says he's been going out with behind my back for a month, dumped me and now wants to get back together. It sounds like something off The Jeremy Kyle Show. There's only one thing he's getting and it's definitely not me.

Furiously I take my palm to his face and he slumps back holding his cheek. Standing up calmly, he looks at me with anger in his eyes and turns to walk away. I see a bright red cheek that looks very painful. Turning back around he says with a smirk on his face, "You were never a good kisser anyway". Ooh. I hate that man.

I shake off that cheap shot of a remark and get in the car. So much for the afternoon I planned. I drive along and half way down the road a body jumps onto the car. "What the heck?" I think.

"Kelly I'm sorry. You are the greatest kisser in the world. Please take me back. I need you!" he screams from outside the windscreen. Great, just what I need: a desperate ex.

"Go away Pete, you made it mighty clear that you don't want to be with me", I confidently say.

"I don't care what you say Kelly, you do love me and you know you want to be with me. I will follow you across the ocean. Where ever you go, I will follow you until you love me". He winks slightly creepily and slides down the bonnet. I need to get away from this stalker. Hastily I drive away as fast as I can to my house and jump out. I run inside and see Daddy skulking around the living room. "Dad, what did you mean when you said that you and Mum were on the edge of divorce?" I ask quickly.

"You mean you seriously haven't noticed. The sighing every time I say something, the ignorance, the stompiness". He says it like it's written on the walls and I am just an idiot.

"No, I thought everything was fine", I whisper innocently

"Trust me Kel it's far from fine..." he starts, but seeing me looking terrified out the window, his face suddenly turns to worry. "Are you okay love. You look scared. What is it?"

"Oh, um, Peter cheated on me", I say with my eye on the window, making sure he doesn't jump through it. Why, out of all the men in the world, did I choose him? I mean I could have had so many other men, why did I choose him?

"HE DID WHAT?! I will break that oxygen thief. He never deserved you Kelly, you don't need him. He doesn't deserve to be on THIS EARTH..." He carries on wittering on about how if anyone ever crosses me again he'll ruin them and that I'm a brilliant human being who doesn't deserve a Muppet like him. Normally I would be lapping up the attention, but I'm slightly busy making sure a desperate ex doesn't throw himself through the window.

"Yes, yes Dad. So I'm going to go in the living room and do something". I hurry off into the living room and slump into the armchair. What's a girl to do? My life is quite literally falling apart. Hang on, wasn't there something I had to do today? Let's see, failed proposal, Alfred's granddaughter (still haven't done that yet. There isn't enough time in the day), oh my Lord. Work. I actually forgot to go to work. Oh, oh well, I forgot to go two weeks ago and the boss was okay with it. She was full to the brim with vodka, so I think the only thing she was worried about was if she could drink another Jaegarbomb in her lunchtime without her supervisor seeing. She'll be fine with it, I'll just waltz in like nothing's happened, I mean I'm only, like, two hours late. It's not like I didn't make the effort to come to work, I am going in, just a little later.

Quickly I change into a trouser suit and hop into the car. I didn't have chance to straighten my hair, but whatever. It looks okay curly anyway. Coolly I wander into the office. I'm not late, just everyone else is early. Sitting down at my desk, I log into my account and begin to type. A message saying "You've got mail" appears and I click on it. My pink email screen pops up and I see what the email says. Nope. This ain't happening. My boss wants to see me. Oh Lord, what does that mean? No, no, don't panic, she probably just wants me to pick her another box of beers up from Boozy Bargains. I quickly tap a reply and send it off. Right, let's just be polite, like nothing's wrong, you'll be fine. I wander down the office and knock quietly on her door and she drunkenly shouts from inside. Cautiously I walk in with a nervous smile on my face and sit down opposite her. She doesn't respond to me at all and just taps her fingernails on the desk. Anxiously I start staring at the ceiling for no reason whatsoever.

"Did you really think you could come in two hours late and we wouldn't notice?" she loudly says and breaks the now awkward silence.

"Um, well, I don't know. I was hoping", I murmur, but then regret every word I said.

"Well, Kelly, and not the first time you've been late too". She knew about that time? She couldn't even stand up, how did she notice?

"Please Julia, give me another chance. I'll come, like, ten minutes earlier than everyone else. Please, this is the greatest job I've had", I plead.

"Well say goodbye and head down to the job centre because I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go. You've been late way too many times and you expect people to roll over and take it!" Hang on, she's firing me? I've been late two times and she's firing me? Right well, stuff them then. I storm out and take the walk of shame down the office.