~The Next Morning~
I wake up the next morning with Daniel's face pressed against mine on the left side. He snores loudly next to my eardrum. I push him away lightly. I get out of the bed on the right side groggy and even more exhausted. I yawn into my right elbow crease quietly. I look around the hotel room and Mason is on top of Cory sleeping. Gage is spreaded out against the floor like a starfish. I chuckle into the palm of my hand. I walk to the bathroom carefully, so I won't step on anyone. I shut the door with a slight thud. I take a quick warm shower and comb my hair. I blow dry it and get dressed into a night black knee high skirt and white business type blouse paired with 3 inch black heels. I put my hair in a bun smoothly. I put on cherry red lipstick and barely winged eyeliner with natural eye makeup and blush. I smile some using foundation covering my bruises. I grab my crossbody bag and swing it over my shoulder. I grab the keys of Mason's back pocket. I leave the hotel room and walk to the car swinging the key ring on my right index finger. I get into the Dodge Neon and sit down in the driver seat. I turn on the car and turn on the local old school R&B station. I drive out to the city looking for a place to work. Any work would be suitable. I see a help wanted sign in the local library. I pull into the parking spot closest to the door. I dust myself off, walking to the door. I look around the dim litted, and full of people library. I smile feeling part of the community. It feels like I belong. I walk to the check out desk smiling. There is a elderly woman with a yellow wooden number two pencil as sharp as knife slicing through the precise, elegant, and pencil lead gray bun. She has gold wire glasses that shield her emerald green eyes. Her wrinkles are a beauty mark as they shape her face. You can tell she has earned every wrinkle. Her button nose holds up her glasses. Her smile warms you up like a hot summer's day. She is like the library's grandmother. She looks up at me with a even bigger smile on her face. I look at the name tag that is pinned to her white crocheted sweater. It reads Mrs. Peters.
"Hello there, sweetie. How may I help you today," She asks with a slight southern accent.
"I'm here to apply for the job," I admit.
She smiles and nods slightly. She opens a filing cabinet and pulls out a piece of paper with words on it. She hands it to me with a black ballpoint pen.
"Here you go, dear. Please write neatly," She smiled warmly as she says so.
"Thank you, Mrs. Peters," I say and walk to an open table without a lot of people nearby.
I sit down and begin filling out the application, taking my time to answer the questions correctly. I finish a while later. I hand her the pen and paper.
"While you wait, you should check out some books," she says.
I thank her again and walk to the first book shelf. This is going to be difficult especially for a book nerd like me.
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The Truth Within Our Lies
Teen FictionMy story is about a young, seventeen year old teenager girl named Renee Hart. She is athleticly built with pin straight blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. She has teal blue eyes that shine in the light. She is 5'2. She grew up with out any pa...
