Fumble. (Princeton Teen-Fic)

Chapter 21: Success.

Prema's P.O.V

I never realized how boring my life was, without school taking place.

Usually, during the Summer, I'd go visit my Grandma in Indiana and we'd do a lot of activities. But, that all got cut short, when she proposed for the twins to come, instead of me. So, I moped all day and night, dragging my feet everywhere. Being, bored. 

"Girl, you ain't got nothin' better to do with your life." Mom asked as she sipped her coffee. I sighed.

"No. I don't. Jacob isn't home." I replied back with an attitude. Lately Mom's been on my case about not doing anything. Wasting my life.

"You could apply for college." She suggested. I shrugged.

"I don't feel like going through another period of school. I want at least a one year break before I start college."

"I dunno' what'chu gon do. But please stay out of my way. I'll have comapny arriving soon." She smirked and then walked upstairs. I sighed and placed my head on the table. 

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I placed on the outfit that Mom had given me, to go to my new job interview.

Orignally, I was going to dress in my OWN style. That was until mom told me that to get a job, people would first judge me based upon my appearence, which meant that I had to look good. And wearing that ghetto shirt, would ruin my chances. So, I placed on my Short Cut skirt from NastyGal.Com, my Cream Daisy Embroidered Sleeveless Blouse from NewLook.Com, and my Sperry Top- Sider Leopard Boat shoes. I placed my hair in a neat bun, and wrapped a leopard bandana around it. I sighed as mom ushered me in the car. She dropped me off at the building. 

It was way too high-class for my liking. All around you heard, typing and the sound of people sipping coffee. People exchanged small giggles while they discussed about the quality of the run-down neighborhoods in Chicago. Mom waved from her car and then sped off. Probably ectastic that she could have the house to herself. I nervously walked up to the front desk. A girl, that looked to be my age, typed quickly on a computer, while stopping to take a few sips of her beverage. She looked up at me, scoffed, then continued to type.

"Um, excuse me." I cleared my throat. She sighed and glanced back up at me.

"Who are you here for, what's your name." She had brown thin hair, and blue eyes. 

"I'm Prema Morrison. Age 18. High School graduate." I smiled as stuck out my hand. She glared at it, then looked back up at me. "I'm here for. ." I glanced down at my paper with her name on it. "Ms. Bianca Goods." I smiled.

"I don't do hand-shaking." She informed me. I awkwardly placed my hand back down. "Anyway, she's in a meeting. She should be back down in about 1-3 hours." She smiled. "So, I'll just come back at 12 o' clock." I began to turn away. "No! You have to be present, in order for her to see you. If you are not here, then you are not seen. Simple as that." She quickly objected. I sighed, clenched my jaw, and nodded my head.

"Fine." I mumbled. She smirked and continued to tap away on that computer of hers. I walked to the waiting area and got out my phone. There were no text to reply to, no missed calls. I sighed.