That day was a blur. First my brother making a deal with me. Then Chloe calling him baby. And finally Alex acting all weird about it. I have to get to the bottom of this but right now I'm supposed to be productive at my job. Joe man here might just fire me, which I doubt, but still. I have about 2 hours left of work and I've been exhausted since the beginning.
"Hey, Hailee, boss wants you." said the cashier. He's nice and all but that's literally all he has said to me for the past week. I nod and knock on his door.
"Come in!"
I enter in his office which was surprisingly clean and organized. The batman posters always get me.
"Ah! My favorite employee in the Petland, NO! IN THE WORLD!" I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I saw my brain. "Am I in trouble for putting the lizard in the aquarium with piranhas?" I say sarcastically. "Haha, not quite. You missed a day." Shit, my brothers race. "Where were you?"
"Umm, I was really sick that couldn't even call, sorry, it won't happen again." I said hoping he hadn't seen me elsewhere. "Well let me tell you about myself, how hip I am." Oh god are we on a date? "See I'm on this social platform called Instagram, you very much know it as you are just a teen." What is he doing, is he going to ask for my username? "So, you know, I was just scrolling through randomly," he takes out his phone, "and I saw this thing, a parade sort of, and I was like 'hmm let me dig into this, it looks fun' so as hip as I am, I click on the #CheesyRace, right?" My heart started pounding. My palms were sweaty. "So, here's the funny part, there's about 50 posts and I think at least 20 of them are just this." He points his screen right in front of my face as if I was as blind as him and I look at it. Someone uploaded a picture of my cheesy self and Chloe. I had a hood on so he couldn't see my face that clearly... Right?
"Yeah, so what?" I say in a sassy tone. "So what? So what?! That's you! You came in today with that exact same hoodie!"
Silence. Both of us staring at each other in awe. Everything going through my mind right now. I hate this job but I don't get pocket money.
"You're fired."
Disaster.
