The Summer Job | g.d

11 • Late

11 • Late

My face feels clogged and sandy as I rise it off of my pillow. I hear a loud clanging noise but choose to block it off as I rest my heavy head back down on the pillow.

It is too early.

Yesterday I had naturally gotten up early but today is another story. I did manage to go to bed at almost midnight last night mainly due to the fact that I was on the beach till ten thirty. I came home and just lay on my bed, screaming into my pillow.

I suddenly hear the door rattle and a human manifestation of a monster run over and rack me around.

"You need to get up!" The monster sequels as I roll away in fright. "Clarke, it's your first day."

"My eyes burst open and the only words that can come out of my mouth are, "If you don't leave right now, it'll be the first day for something, and I doubt you wanna know what."

"Be ready in half an hour!" My mother glares, before storming out of the room.

How dare she?

Not only does she randomly and surprisingly sign me up for the devil's job but she forces me to get up at god knows ridiculous times.

I most definitely would much rather be at home with Ace at the moment. Maybe not getting arrested but anywhere other than here would be great.I grab my phone from beside my bed and open it up.

Forgetting that I can't do anything on it as it is practically a brick right now. All I want to do is speak to Ace so he better hurry up and call me. Funnily enough, last night when I tried to access the wifi my phone wouldn't let that work, so I couldn't message Ace on Facebook Messenger.

Ugh, the struggles.

I roll out of bed, not wanting to even leave the warmth and I sludge over to the bathroom. I need to tame this mess I call a face. Luckily, as usual, my hair isn't too bad this morning but what the fuck is that?

I inch my face closer to the mirror, as if we are only centimetres away. I see it. The fucking devil.

A mother fucking pimple.

I feel my whole body fuel with rage. It had to come today didn't it. The pimple fairy was like,"oh, Clarke has already had a shit day, let's bless her with a giant load of puss hanging from her face."

Thanks a fucking lot, pimple fairy.

I roll my eyes at myself and my stupid thoughts and I begin to run the shower. I need to get all the gunk that has accumulated on my face off. I feel like whenever I am at the beach I always feel like my face is caked with sand, salt and other such gunky stuff.

It's like I am a magnet and they just can't keep away. It's the same with my hair. It always becomes sandy and salty. It must just be something in the air.

Once I step myself out of the shower, I dry off before walking over to my suitcase. Today has to be another cute outfit day as I am starting work.

That's right.

Today is the day. It's so sudden. I know. I didn't even know until I was talking to Grayson last night. My parents should win the best parent award for this. Set their daughter up for a random job and then watch her bathe in misery for a month.

Great.

I grab out my jeans skirt and a white t-shirt that has a picture of a cat on it. Great, that'll make myself look like I am enjoying myself. I slide them on, and run back over to the room to blow-dry my hair.

I needed to look great.

I put my long brown hair, up into a sporty pony-tail to look like I am ready for action, even though I was wearing a jeans skirt. And then I finally finish the whole look off with my white sneakers.