Another day another dollar!
Sipping my hot mug of steaming coffee, I leaned back from my cluttered desk and sighed.....
I remember it, it was all so real, my hair pinned up all nice and curled, the big house, the life I was so used to living in. My flashback was broken by the sound of my boss, a big angry man you don't want to mess with. He was mad at me, mad at me for telling the truth, he told lies, every word he spoke. My life story was a living hell as we know it.
"I hate my job" I slowly mumbled to myself, not realising that the boss was right beside me. "If your job is so boring, leave!" This had happened before, but this time I got up, not wanting to put up a fight, and walked down the long hallway thinking to myself, "why do I always get myself into this?" But I knew exactly why.
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Historia CortaHi to whoever is reading this, this is a creative writing piece I am currently publishing in class. Our teacher gave us the first paragraph then we had to add the rest. Hope you enjoy it!! (BTW, might not be exact to the one I wrote in class
