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I slid my ancient flat iron through my knotted hair with agony. After I woke up everyone in the apartment, I haven't been able to sleep and now it's really catching up with me. Swipe after swipe through my hair and it feels like forever. I take a break to put on some music and check the time.
6:32. I need to leave in 20 minutes. I put on my go to playlist and start on the last section of my hair. Piece by piece I'm getting closer to being done and closer to falling asleep standing up.
Almost 10 minutes later, I'm finished and sprinting to find my work uniform. Not in my drawers, closet, or in my bed. I check everywhere and again with no luck. I quietly run down the hall to our tiny laundry room. By room, I mean a tiny closet that barely holds the washer and dryer. I slide open the doors and see my uniform clean and folded inside Cayla's hamper.
Awwwwwweeeeee, She did my laundry. I smile to myself and flail around trying to wiggle my skinny jeans on. Eventually I get my pants buttoned, my bra on, and slipped on a black dress shirt. I slip on my vans, clip my name tag, and start heading out to my car. I open the door and settle into my blue Kia Rio. When my granddad passed away last year he left me some money but his one rule was that it had to be for something I really needed. Thus, Kiwi was born and the rest is history.
I pull out of our apartment complex and start my short journey to work. I fight through the ridiculous morning traffic and I make it to Michigan Ave. before 6:55. I pull into the tiny employee lot and sigh pulling myself out of the car. I walk up to the gigantic glass MAC doors. I jam my keys into the door, slip in, and shut them behind me. Technically, the store doesn't open until 9, but I'm in charge of inventory for the week. So here's to a lonely and boring morning of sorting makeup.

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I take a sip of my lemonade while trying to balance my subway sandwich in my lap. I close my eyes and rest my head against my seat. I always eat in my car because it's nice to get away from everyone for a while. My sandwich is about half way gone and the last thing I want to do, is go back into the store. My eyes have been so heavy and I can't stay focused long enough to help the customers. It's only 12:45 and I. Am. Dead. Tired.
       I finish off my sandwich and drink and gather all my trash. My hands are full as I shimmy out of the car towards the nearest trash can. As I step out, I feel my back pocket vibrate. I take all my trash into one arm and quickly pull out my phone.
"Hey-OH SHIT!" I shouted as my entire body met the pavement and my trash blew around in the wind.
"Hello? Is everything alright?" A concerned voice echoes through my now shattered phone. I sigh knowing that it'll take at least $200 to fixed the damn thing and put it back to my ear.
"Oh I'm so sorry I fell," I say as I'm picking up whatever trash hasn't blown away yet. I glance at my screen and see that I have no idea who I'm talking to.
"..oh yeah and umm who I am I speaking with?" I question, getting slightly irritated.
I swear to God if this is ANOTHER scam call I'm going to- my thoughts were cut short.
"My bad, this is Brett. You know, from Cowchop?"