Game Over

Annoying Brats

I slumped on my bed, exhausted. Just earlier my sister Mary made me get rid of all her weeds in her yard, for 50 bucks. I'm pretty mad with her, but grateful all the same. I looked at the Daily News and went through the different jobs I could have. None of them seemed to spark an interest to me.

Before I left to go searching for a college, I had wanted to be an engineer. But no one was hiring for that career. Mary was kind enough to rescue me from starvation by giving me tasks to do, and then handing me some bucks. But it makes me feel childish that I basically still get a lousy allowance, and it's worse yet that I get it from my sister! I feel guilty every time she hands me some money, but it's my only option.

I slowly got up from the bed to make some lunch. When I checked the fridge, it was almost empty, save a half full mustard bottle and one slice of pizza left. Sighing, I grabbed the slice and a plate before devouring it. Then I searched the pantry for something else to eat, and found a half empty bag of bread. I took out a slice and ate it.

Better go to the store, I thought glumly. I slipped on my old green converse shoes and walked out the door. The only good thing about not having a car is that I have managed to stay fit. I ran to the nearest store, a rundown place with sales going on 24/7. Once inside, I started looking for the cheapest food.

Once I found enough cheap food items to last me about a week, I walked to the cash register. I silently pulled out my 50 bucks and waited for him to tell me the price. "46 dollars," he said in a monotone. I gave him 46 dollars and took my groceries. I trudged out the door and started walking home. Then, I heard someone laughing.

"Hey hobo, how much did those bags cost ya?" Said a kid's voice. I whipped my head around and saw three kids hanging out in a back alley. "I didn't buy the bags," I snapped. "Oh? Then what did you buy?" The kid asked. I glared at him but said norhing. "Hey hobo, need an extra penny or two? I have some you could use," a girl said. Tears started to form my eyes, so I just glared and looked away. "Shut up," I snapped. "Aw Peton you hurt the hobo's feewings," the kid replied. "Ya know, you shouldn't really talk, since you're all loitering." I replied, raising an eyebrow.That silenced them.

I walked confidently until I was out of their sight, then I ran home as fast as I could. Tears cascaded down my face. Once I reached my house I slammed the front door and dropped to the floor, sobbing. "Why me?" I whispered. "I-I need t-to find a j-job," I stuttered.

After a while of crying and venting to myself, I got up and trudged to my small bedroom. Before I could lay down, I heard a knock on the door. I dragged my feet as I made my way towards the door. I opened it slowly, but no one was there. I glanced down and saw today's Daily News lying on my front porch. I grabbed it, closed the door, and walked back to my bedroom.

Something caught my eye on the newspaper. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, now hiring! A shiver ran down my spine. I remembered long ago when I was young, and I visited that place. I don't think I can ever forget...