Clichè

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My mom was yelling my name from the bottom of the stairs, "Jessi get up!" I groaned and looked at my clock; 11:47 am. Shit, I was going to be late for my job interview at 1. I got out of bed, and ran my hands through my curly long blonde hair with dip dyed blue ends. I threw this up in a messy top knot and stripped off my favorite tank top and shorts. I hopped in the shower and quickly washed off my body. I threw on a cute skater skirt, black vans, and a crop tank with YOLO on pink letters on the front. I let my hair down and straightened it, then out it in a messy bun. I sprayed some hair spray on it and added a bandana. Perfect! I did my makeup natural but not too natural. Adding some mascara and some simple concealer I walked out my door and kissed my mom on the cheek. I hopped in my car, which by the at is a JOKE. It's run down and the heater barely works, but hopefully if I get this job at the coffee shop, I can lease a new car. I rolled into the road, and played my favorite song "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy. They're my favorite band. I turned up the volume and tapped my hands on the steering wheel. When I came to my destination I parked the car and made it in the shop with 10 minutes to spare. "Are you Jessi... uh Jessi Smyth?" I glanced up and saw a peculiar boy holding a clipboard. He had dark long hair, dark scruff and big brown eyes. He wasn't overly tall or buff, but he was covered in tattoos. His hair was in a man-bun and he wore a white knit sweater below his brown coffee stained apron. "Uhhh ya that's me." He smiled and lead me into a room in the back. "I'm the manager, so let's get this interview started." After filling out a couple of papers under his watch, he asked a series of regular questions etc. "Well Jessi, I'm glad to say you have got this job! I can start tomorrow at 9 am. Job ends at 5." I blushed and shook his hands, noticing how large and strong they were. I walked out and got in your car.

"Holy shit!!" I squealed. I started up my car, but it wouldn't spark. I tried over and over but it wouldn't work. I called my best friend Sasha "Hey Sash, can you come pick me up at the hangout? My car crashed." She giggled in the phone and said she'd be there 5. "What have I got myself into."