Anthophobia🌻

Finding a part-time job

Mission on seeking for part time job starts TODAY!! Marcy jumps out of her bed and went towards the bathroom to change her pajamas to an outfit more classy. "I've been preparing to wear this for a long time, i'm so excited!" She squeal in excitement and proceed to change to her choice of outfit. For final touch she puts on the cardigan and her majestic bubbly glasses" It's done! My style of clothes should be able to grab their attention with no doubt. I swear I will not stop searching even if it take days." To her this looks like an easy task. Little did she know what's coming to hit her.

Upon her track on finding a part time job, the very first job she tried to apply immediately got rejected. Then, she got an interview at the office. Of course she got rejected, not only she didn't wear formal clothes but she didn't bring her resume or any documents. In fact, an office job isn't even in her planning in the first place. Her plan went downhill afterward. Her legs feel numb after all the walking to find part time job that is suitable.

Not only that, one of the employees of the boutique that she tried to applied insults her style of clothing. They called it "horrendous" which for Marcy it just cross the line.

"You better be glad I didn't burn down this boutique to the ground, you'll probably be suffering my fate by now!" Marcy curses in return. Not trying to cause bigger problem she ran off so they didn't get the chance to call the cops on her. She let out a loud sigh, her entire body felt like it's about to collapse. She was hoping to quickly find a single job so she could go home and went straight to bed. But you know life sucks and slaps on your face.

"I guess it's better to go home now, there's always next time.." She pulled a long face. On her way back home, she saw that van again. She smelled a delightful fragrant coming from the van, it tingles up her nose. She is drawn closer, this time she decided to check the van for real. As her step gets near the van, she starts to see a figure who she kind of recognize based on their physical features. Their hair with that familiar red scarf thingy, shape nose and that brown eyes.. it's Anne's shop? Not that I didn't expect it while ago..

Her bright smile which comes to greet me.

"Hey Marcy, didn't expect to see you here today. What can I get you for ya?" Later that Marcy realize that near the van is full with various kind of flower in a pot. She slowly began to freak out. How come I didn't realize there was only flower here all along? How long did I stand here to realize that? Those flower around her grows out a bunch of eyes. She broke down and cowered in fear as the flowers began to crowd her.

"Marcy, Marcy.. calm down! Look at me and tell me what's wrong." Anne holds up Marcy's face with both of her hand. Her eyes shows that she was dead worry. Marcy couldn't control herself from panicking, hell like she have ever been able to control it before. Her breathing isn't balance even if she tried her best. It just isn't that easy. Anne tries to call out for her again. This time Marcy somehow got snap to reality.

"You alright, what's going on?" Marcy gasped and immediately pushed Anne back knowing what just happened. Before Anne could ask her she had already left upon not wanting to face that embarrassing incident. At that moment she caught a glimpse of a small pink bandage that was plastered on one of her ankle. The same place where the kid in her dream got hurt. This raises her a question, did she recently hurt herself or it was an old scar. I didn't realize if the bandage was old or what. If so it's going to be disgusting if she'd never took it off in years. Maybe it was just a coincidence, as far as she knows Marcy is a clumsy girl so make sense if it was an accident, gah, why am I overthinking whether she'd hurt herself or what, it's her business after all. Anne pushes all her thoughts away and continues to focus on her job.

Marcy's POV

Oh god!! Why the hell did I do that? That is so dang embarrassing.. What should I do, What should I do..

She mutters the same thing repeatedly.

She must have think i'm some kind of maniac or something. Oh gosh, remembering that again makes my head hurt.. why, why, why did I react that way.. this is all because of this damn fear of flower fault. It's going out of control..

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I just wish I could live a good life without having to fear seeing one single flower..