I need to

a worker

"Simba are you sure you want to dance a alone in the talent show, why didn't you ask your friends to do it with you." My mom questioned me.
"Cause they know I'm serious about this show and that they will get in my way. Plus none of them can dance." I stated simply
"Sim, that was rude to say they are your friends." My mother replied.
"Sorry but I need you to sign it, the show is tomorrow." I said while shoving a pen and the forms to her.
"It's a little late to turn it in but here" she sighed while passing the paper back to me

Finally I was gettin tried of goin back and forth finally I can start preparing for my future.

But let's start for the beginning:
My name is Simba Hicks and I'm 16 about to be at the end of freshman year of high school I live with my single mom and baby brother. My mom isn't No baby mama she is actually a widow, me and my brothers dad died in army. So me and her do all the hard work. And me I have been working hard to be a dancer. I took all my classes and even gymnastics to help my career. And I serious about it, everyone knows that but let's go back to my life story.

It was 10:30pm and I had gotten everything done. My mom signed the paper, my costume is ready and all my steps are memorized now I just need some rested.