Stranger

11:11

Almost every 11:11 I wasted my dumb wish on you and it never works. I think its time to give up on my childish dreams. I think you'd agree. So I'm moving on, forgetting about the time I wasted upon you. But dear, you'll never be forgotten. You will remain having a little piece of me.

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Taking Zach's advice, I stayed away from them; all of them. Three weeks to be exact, three agonizing weeks. Three weeks of hurting. I didn't think I would get this attached to someone, let alone multiple people. Even though I knew them for a day or so, it seemed we connected in some way that made me want them to stay. I'm usually a standoffish kind of person but they were different. So different.

By Monday of that weekend, I still had my interview. Dressing up the best I could, I walked down to the Cafe and waited for the manager. I greet Cody, the manager, with a firm handshake and a 'Hello'. Nothing too much but nothing too little.

"Nice to finally put a face to a voice," Cody joked. I gave a fake laugh and headed to his office.

"So, Megan, have you had a job before?" of course he would ask that. I have never had a real job job but the basic babysitting, dog sitting and such. I always wanted my own job. I wanted the feeling of buying what I want and knowing it's mine and I worked for it. Just having money and not having to rely on my parents was all I wanted.

"I have not had a real job but babysitting when I was younger," I shake my head once. My father always told my to nod once, nodding more than that was disrespectful and it was a sign you were rushing the speaker. My father taught me a lot of things, he was the most respectful person I knew but then my mom died and everything changed.

"Tell me about yourself," he joins his hands together and leans forward. Where would I start? Age? Personality? What are the basics?

"Where to start? my name is Megan Wills, I am 17 years old and I'm a senior in high school. I live with my father and I plan to go to College in California," you should not tell others main points in your life, they do not need to know what is going on but the basics of health. My parents always told me what happens in the family or house, stays in the family or house. No one should know your personal information.

"What interested you in applying for this job?"

"A lot of things actually. As a child I always wanted to work here. You know, as a side job or my first job. As a child you always wanted that one job and it just seemed so amazing. I came here as a child with my mother and father and it was the best time of my life. I have memories here," I couldn't help but ramble. This job was something I needed. My father told me to keep answers short and clipped, not wanting sound like a suck up. I couldn't help but ramble because this was something I would love to have and do.

He only nods his head and goes on. "What are your experiences with cooking?"

"I cook at home, for me and my father," I give a clipped nod and wait for my next question.

"Great," he also nods and asked more questions.

"What's your experience with a cash register?"

"I have no experience but I can learn."

Questions came and went and I answered them to the best of my ability.

"What is your strongest quality?"

"My strongest quality would have to be being able to learn something quick and do it to the best of my ability."

"What is your weakest quality?"

What possibly could be my weakest quality? "I'm not good with communication but all I can do is try my best, right?"

More questions came my way and I gave short response and wait for this dumb interview to be over. Who know you got asked so many different for a simple job?