Mr. Novel Petrov

The Interview

"You shouldn't have to live in our basement anymore Brielle, your twenty five. I thought by now you would have a little apartment, but you don't even have a job!" I groan and rest my head on the table as I listen to one of my mom's many lectures." Don't groan at me, and pick your head up off my table! Brielle, you should start looking for a job and I don't mean as a pizza delivery person, you need a permanent job!"

"Mom no jobs want me, I've had tons of interviews, but I get rejected everytime." I tell her.

"Well if you out effort into your outfit and didn't go dressed like a homeless person then maybe you would have a good job, plus a really handsome husband." She tells me as she puts my food in front of me.

I pick up the pancake and begin to put it in my mouth, but she swats me with the spatula. I grab my hand and rub it.

"Use your fork." She says.

I pick up the fork and stab it before putting it in mouth and as I'm in the middle of chewing my phone rings.

"Hello." I say, my mom rolls at me because she hates when I talk with my mouth full.

"Hi, is this Brielle William?"

I swallow the last of my pancake and put a piece of bacon in just to make my mom more mad." This is she."

"Hi this is Donna, from Novel