I open the door to my once alive house. Seeing my mom laying on the couch in the same position that she was when I left. I sigh and walk upstairs.
I go in my room and get changed into my work clothes. Because my Mom can't work I have to pay the bills with my minimum wage paying job. That's probably the hardest part of the watchers plan. If they have one. Working 3 jobs and having to go to school is hard.
After getting on my work clothes I walk back downstairs and leave the house remembering to whisper goodbye to my mom.
The first job I have is working at a ice cream shoppe. The second is working as a waiter at a small diner. The third is working as a babysitter. Even with all those jobs I can barely pay the bills not to mention food. And it's all the watchers fault.
Once I arrive at the ice cream shoppe I am bombarded with orders of what to clean. So I start.
After work I go home and go to sleep hoping to dream of a nice life and hoping to never wake up.
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