Fangirl [m.c]

Chapter Four

I woke up to my alarm, and dreaded getting up. But, alas, I had to go in for a job interview.

No way was I going back to Hot Topic. I hated that job anyways.

I put on a tank top and put on a sweater over it, then put some cute denim shorts on. Then, I put my hair into a braid- I'm seriously thinking about cutting it soon.

I realized Megan had already left for her job at starbucks, and I had no car to drive now.

"Flying flippers." I groaned.

I tried calling my parents, they were both busy and working and even if they did try to get here, they wouldn't make it in time. My brother and sister were at work too, and the only other friend I had is on a date.

"I'm screwed!" I shouted.

I need this job. It's just a starter internship for an assistant stage decorator-setter-upper thingy, but it pays 9 bucks an hour. So it's money and I wanted it.

The place was a 10 minute drive, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad to walk?

I went out of my door and walked down the sidewalk, and it started to rain. I sighed. I quickly turned back around, opened the door, and grabbed a hoodie from the hooks. I locked the door and put my head up, then started walking down the road.

Everything was fine and dandy until the water from the stream rose. Then potholes filled and drivers thought it was a good idea to drive full speed ahead straight through them.

I saw a car going straight for a puddle that was ankle-deep, right beside the sidewalk I was on and I knew what was gonna happen next.

The most cliche thing ever. I had no time to move so I just sat there, emotionless and accepted my fate of being covered in disgusting water.

The car hit the puddle, water went splash and Eli was now freezing, soaking wet, and smelled like a dog.

"Screw you, you ugly rat of an owner. Go back to the DMV and learn how to drive. I hope your car breaks down on your way to see your favorite band, you stupid son of a dragon." I muttered angrily, as I continued walking to get to my destination even though it was no use.

I sat down on a bench, which was wet- but like it mattered, because I was soaking. I looked around for my phone when I realized it was in my bag, which was not on me. I knew I took it with me, which only meant one thing.

I dropped it. Oh, and no, I couldn't have just dropped it on the sidewalk beside the bench seconds before- I couldn't have just forgotten it at home.

Nope. There my purse was, in the puddle.

I quickly fished it out of the muddy water and went back to the bench. I opened up the zipper and my bag was filled with water.

I stood up, and turned my bag upside-down over the bench, as all the water and contents that used to live inside my bag poured out.

I found my phone, and prayed that it would still work- even though I knew it wouldn't. I turned on the screen with the power button, and the entire screen inside was filled with water, and the pixels were sparking inside.

"I'm going to lay down here and sleep for the rest of my life." I whined to myself.

This was horrible. I'm soaking wet, no one knows where I am, I have no way to cancel and reschedule my interview and they will never believe me if I told them what happened.

Basically I'm screwed.

I sighed, threw all the rest of the stuff that fell out of my bag back into it, and zipped it up. I found a few bucks in my hoodie pockets, and out of it all - those two dollars are the only things that weren't wet... Yep.