Call Me Miss

Call Me Miss Jobless

~~~~This is unedited, so sorry in advance for any grammatical errors! Also, along with each chapter I will put pictures of people who look close to the new characters introduced! This chapter's song is " A Tale of Outer Suburbia" by Hands Like Houses. The video with this chapter however is the Nightcore version, but the normal version is even better, so check that out!
Anyways, I've been going on for too long, so enjoy!!!!~~~~

I bit my pen cap, searching job listings for literally anything,"I'd have more luck just selling my services to-" I was cut off by my step mom- Miranda- calling my name.

I sighed, rolling off my bed as I put on my tiger slippers and fixed my messy bun a bit as I passed my mirror, narrowly avoiding catching myself on my dresser before opening the door to head downstairs. To my surprise, Miranda wasn't in the kitchen even though the table was set with baked oatmeal, fruit salad, and orange juice. I licked my lips as my stomach growled, my fav-"Reia! Get down- oh, honey, you scared me!" I turned to see my beautiful step mom- make that 3rd step mom- putting in her earrings.

"Morning." I gave her a forced smile, taking in her work attire as I slid into my seat. She frowned, putting her hands on her hips as she studied me while I began to pile stuff on my plate lifelessly.

"Still haven't gotten a response yet dear?" She sat down in the seat across from me, fluttering her long eyelashes, her brown doe eyes sparkling with worry. I shrugged, not having the energy to verbalize a response.

"Oh honey! I wish I could do somethi-" "Hello my two lovely ladies!" My father burst in with a pep in his talk, kissing Miranda on the head and sitting in between us. It took him a second to read the mood as he took a sip of the coffee Miranda prepared him before he began coughing, putting it down and looking at us both in turn. "What's wrong?"

Miranda sighed, rolling her eyes as she began to get her own food,"Your daughter still hasn't gotten any responses from potential schools to work at...but maybe if you-"

"No!" I cut in startling them both before clearing my throat,"Sorry...I just want to do this on my own. I'm an adult now, I can do things on my own."

"Ah-ah-ah." My father said after another sip of coffee,"You're NOT an adult yet, you're only 17, not 18. Therefore, I believe we, as your parents, can be of assistance." I rolled my eyes at his response, having heard it so many times before. I think it was his way of making himself feel younger.

"I may be 17, but I have the intellectual capabilities and personality of a college graduate. Therefore, I would like to follow that mindset and do this on my own. Thanks for the offer- but no thanks." This response caused my dad to snicker and shake his head while Miranda sighed. I began to eat as we fell into an awkward silence. Not like I wasn't used to them with his first two step wives- but Miranda was by far my favorite and hopefully a keeper unlike the first two...

"You know Reia, I really wish Samuel had your mindset...he's always getting into the kind of trouble that you'd expect from a 3 year old, and he's 18!" Miranda suddenly broke the silence, putting her fork down with a clack. It made me smile slightly while my dad choked on coffee at the sudden exclamation of his dear wife.

"Thanks Miranda, but I can't wait to meet Samuel. I've always been an only child."

Miranda laugh,"Thanks, but I tell you now- siblings aren't all that they're cracked up to be. I have an older brother and a younger sister and let me tell you, they are probably the two craziest people you will ever meet. In fact, my brother..."

After breakfast I loaded the dishwasher and bid my parents adieu before heading back up into my room, a heavy weight being dropped on my shoulders as I saw the job listings on my bed. I picked them up, feeling too depressed to continue my search- or at least that's what I convinced myself was the reason.

I grabbed my laptop and turned it on, intending to check my email. I drummed on the key board as I waited, scanning my bedroom and cringing at the state it was in.

Clothes were strewn everywhere as if a wild animal had been set loose on my room intent on killing every last t-shirt and pair of pants. I had also been going through my old school stuff and left it precariously on the ground, just waiting to trip on if I didn't on my clothes.

Just another depressing thing to add to the list of woes in my life. That, and being out of a job, school, and having nothing to do but check my email that would no doubt just have spam mail.

My laptop thankfully loaded fast, allowing me to open up my email inbox to find- no surprise- hundreds of unchecked emails that would no doubt me spam. I began to click through, sighing as it became increasingly boring- until I read an email titled 'Maggiore Academy'.

I clicked, my heart racing as I began to scan the email that read:
"Dear Miss Cross,
We are honored to have been able to find someone of your credentials on such a short notice. We find it extraordinary that you have managed to finish college at the age of 17 and hope to have your talent at our school. If possible, we would like for you to respond as soon as possible- and if you do accept, to start next week. We are-"

I stopped there and pressed reply, as I began to type my response.

Finally...I had finally gotten a job offer- and as my dream job and set career choice as a teacher rather than a self employed babysitter for hard to manage youngsters. I, Reia Ophelia Cross, at the age of 17, have finally, become a teacher.

Or at least, soon I would be one at Maggiore Academy...