Your POV
The almost blinding morning sun shines through my bedroom window, reminding me that yet another horrid day awaits. Don't get me wrong, I love the outdoors- in the fall and spring. But sadly, it is a scorching 102° outside in the beautiful yet dry city of LA- and it's not even 11:00 AM.
I groan, slowly rising out of the puddle of sweat that stains my sheets. "Well, that's disgusting." I grunt, pulling them off of my mattress. A fan blows around from the corner of my bedroom, occasionally gracing me with it's cool blessing. "(Y/n)!" My mom calls from downstairs. The smell of bacon fills the hallway and I grin. "Coming!" I yell back, walking down the creaking staircase.
My rather short mother stands at the stove, occasionally checking if the eggs she is cooking are ready to flip. She glances over her shoulder, smiling, yet clearly still sleepy. "Hey, honey. Can you grab the sugar for me? It's in the top cabinet." She yawns, pointing upward. 'Ah, yes. Another demeaning job for the 5'9 girl nicknamed "amazon"....' I think. "Yes ma'am." I huff, quickly retreaving the sugar and setting on the counter. "Thanks, honey." She yawns again. "I'll need it for my coffee." "It's hot outside. Why the heck are you about to drink coffee?" I laugh, already knowing the answer. "So I don't rip someone's head off." She jokes.
"So I found you a potential job. I circled it in the paper this morning." She gestures to the kitchen table while flipping an egg. I run my finger over the article, reading the details. "Shit.... The yolk busted." I hear mom swear. "Anyway, it pays pretty well and I thought I would set up an interview. It's a position for an assistant at some office..." She blabbers on. "What time is the interview?" I ask, sighing. "This will be the fifth one this month."
"I know... but you need a job as soon as possible if we're going to keep up with the bills." My over-reasonable mother retorts. "But we moved here because your job pays a lot." I grumble. "Hush. It's in two hours so eat and go take a shower." She finishes, setting a plate down in front of me. I bite into the egg and scrunch my nose. "You gave me the one with the broken yolk." I grumble. "Well, eat it Anyway." She laughs.
(After breakfast)
I turn on the cold water while undressing from my sweaty pajamas. Looking I'm the mirror for a split second I snear. "Gross...." I whimper. I'm not what you would call a 'skinny' girl. I'm not ashamed of my body... as long as I don't look in a mirror for too long. Turning away from myself, I step into the cool water. It glides through my hair and down my back, instantly sending me into a state of bliss.
I wash my hair and shave as quickly as possible- although it pains me to leave the cool, watery heaven- so that I can make it to the interview on time. Stepping out onto the tile, I wrap myself in a towel and head back into the firey pits of hell to get dressed.
I choose a knee length, (f/c) dress and some sandals to wear. "Meh.... it'll work." I say, shifting to inspect my outfit. Slowly, my gaze rises to my face and I shudder. Mascara stains around my eyes, giving me the look of a racoon. "Now to fix you." I point, squinting at my reflection. Grabbing my makeup bag, I plop down in front of my full sized mirror.
"Infinite possibilities await you.... But today, let's go with something simple..." I tap my lips, thinking of my look. I quickly slap concealer and powder on, then the nude eyeshadow, mascara, and fill my eyebrows. The final look reminds me of an innocent highschool girl. "Well, better I look young than a fourty year old drag queen." I wink, applying lip gloss and standing up.
I check the time. I've got an hour to get to the interview. "Perfect timing." I mentally fistbump and trot downstairs. My mother sits on the couch, reading her beauty magazine that comes in the mail every month. "Bye mom. I'm off to get a job and what-not." I receive no response. "I'm off to rob a bank and kill innocents..." once again, no response. "I'M GOING TO RUN AWAY WITH A THUG AND GET PREGNANT!!!" I yell. "Okay have fun."
I face palm and grab my keys. "Love you, weirdo." I smile, leaving. I start my car and back out of the driveway. "Alright Google maps. Tell me where I'm supposed to go." I grin, typing the address into my phone. "In a half mile turn right." The monotone female voice chirps. "And the journey begins...." I smile.
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844 word count
This is not even a fraction of what I plan to do with this story. So bare with me and let's take this journey together.
-K
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The Assistant
Fanfictionwelp. It's a fan fiction by me. so here goes nothing. You and your mother have moved the the beautiful city of LA. you are in New of a job- and luckily your mother has found one.
