My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 4: Job Hunting

Savannah's POV

I fluttered my eyes open to a numerous amount of dazzling stars in the dark, night sky. It was the start of a brand new day.

I groggily got up and took a quick shower. I dressed into some jeans, a sweater, and my heeled boots.

I went downstairs into the kitchen and saw Megan cooking some bacon. "Good morning! Do you want some bacon?" she asked, as she placed two pieces of bacon on a ceramic yellow plate.

I shook my head. "I'm good. I'm going to start searching for jobs," I responded, as I grabbed my purple purse. I wasn't really hungry and I could just eat in town, anyway. "See you later, Megan." She waved goodbye and continued to cook her own plate of bacon.

I walked out the door, as the cold weather approached me. It's so cold in Connecticut!

I wrapped my sky blue scarf tighter around my neck and adjusted my dark blue beret.

I began to walk down the sidewalk and into the town center. There were so many shops to go to! Every single shop had Christmas decorations, even though it was November.

I approached a small clothing boutique and got welcomed by the heat of the store. A young lady with straight brown hair and green eyes approached me. "Hello! We are having a sale so buy whatever you want!" she cheerfully greeted me.

"Well, I need a job. Do you have any openings?" I asked, hoping she would say yes. Even though I don't like clothes, I still want to work here.

She thoughtfully tapped on her chin with her finger. "I believe so! I'll just have to interview you." she happily responded and then, beckoned me to a small room.

The room was quite small with one pink couch, a tv, a mini fridge, and a glass coffee table. I sat on the pink sofa, as she stood tall before me.

"Why do you want to work here?" she asked, as she scribbled some things down on a pink clipboard.

"I need some money for the holidays," I responded truthfully, as I shifted my position on the couch. I was getting nervous, especially because of the way she was looking at me. It looks like she is throwing fireballs directed towards me with her eyes, or that's how she usually looks.

"How old are you?" she asked politely.

"I'm seventeen, but I'm mature for my age." I answered and looked into her eyes, but they looked evil and dark. Or I'm just being paranoid.

"That's good to know. We love having responsible and young teenagers working here. Now, do you love fashion?" she sweetly smiled at me. To me, it looked like an evil, forced smile. I don't know why, but I think she's scary for some odd reason.

I shook my head because I hate fashion, no offense to those who do. "Not really. I think fashion is pointless and girls waste too much of their time on it. Also, shopping makes me gag. Plus, I think fashion is overrated." I responded to her, as I inspected my fingernails. This interview is so boring! Just tell me if I got the job or not!

"Oh no, you didn't! Get out, now!" she gasped in horror and snapped her fingers in a diva way. She pushed me out of the store, leaving me in the cold weather. I knew it! She really is a heartless, evil lady!

I went to more shops and got rejected. What is wrong with me?

For example, I went to this Italian jewelry store and some guy with a thick mustache asked me why I wanted to work there. So I said,  "I want to work at an expensive place because the pay would be higher."

Then, the mustache guy shoved me out of his store. "Idiota," he murmured under his breath, in an Italian accent. Am I not supposed to give people my honest answers? Am I supposed to lie to people?