He's different..

I scratch my head and stretch out my arms, taking in the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes. I make my way to the kitchen where my mom stood, in a navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants, cooking away my favorite breakfast. Making coffee for us both I ask, "how'd you sleep?" To make conversation. I felt insignificant standing there while coffee was brewing in silence with my mother.

"Fine," she said. "I'm going out of town this weekend. You cool with that?"

"Okay," I hesitated. "Yeah it's okay."

Most of the kids my age would be throwing a gigantic party where they only know about 1/4 of the people. One of those parties. But me its a bit different. I dunno, I still get a rush of rebellion from peeing with the door open.

I scurry upstairs and call my best friend, Cali.

"Come over Friday? Watch a bunch of sappy chick flicks. Moms leaving for the weekend." I told her.

She breathed out, "Yes please! I need a girls night." Then she ranted on and on about her boyfriend asking her for nudes and how she didn't think he was like that and something about wishing she didn't like him or whatever.

"I gotta get ready sorry." I finally told her.

I had an important job interview at a local bowling alley that I was very excited for. Getting a job would mean income, which means the sooner I can get out of Washington in all.

I walked into the sweaty-smelling (yet welcoming) bowling alley and take in the surroundings. I see first a young girl and what looks to be her father playing a racing game in the tiny arcade, a group of about 4 girls bowling together, and a couple of guys about my age walking around and constantly fixing their hair which seemed to be the exact same. I look down at the purple and blue stained carpet and doze off for a moment when some guy tapped my shoulder gently from behind the counter.

"Hello?" He said, waking me from my daze.

"Sorry. Uhm," he was so dreamy. "Uh, I had a, an interview. Do you uhm know where the boss guy is?" I finally asked.

"The manager?" He giggled a bit.

"Yes."

"He's busy right now, he's in a meeting he'll be done soon."

I sat down in the closest seat to the counter and I watched as people came in and out of the alley. I watched the boy at the counter work different machines and things and take care of different customers, giving them shoes and change for twenties. After what seemed like forever he finally called me over, motioning towards a door that the manager was in.

"Have you ever had any, any at all, experience?" The tall bearded man asked me as we started the interview.

My palms were sweating.

"No," I regrettably hesitated a bit. "No sir."

After more questions involving bowling and dealing with customers he told me, "I think you have a great chance at this job, I will contact you in the next week."

I run out of his petite office to see more people and new faces. Before I could make my way out the door, the boy at the front desk called me over.

"So how'd ya do?" He asked while digging coins out of the cash register.

"Eh. It went well. He says I have a good chance at working here." I told him, surprisingly chill.

"I hope you get it."

"Uh, me too."

"You probably will."

"Why do you think that?"