City Of Dreams

Fifty

"Come on, Charlotte! You're getting a job!"

I groan, checking the clock and rolling over.

"Oh, how I missed your sweet voice."

The alarm on my phone fully awakened me.

I sighed.

"If you think I'm going to get up this early and look for a job, you're dead wrong."

She chuckled.

"What else do you have to do?"

I roll my eyes and get out of bed.

I grab a nice shirt, leggings, and my shower stuff and trudge to the bathroom.

"So what are you thinking? You have a minor in history. Why don't you try and be a history teacher?"

I scoff.

"And dealing with bratty Cali kids all day? No way."

She groaned.

"I know a bratty Tennessee kid."

I scoff.

"Is it you?"

The water finally heats up.

"Technically yes."

I groan and start to wash my hair.

I need a haircut.

I think to myself.

"Maybe you can be an engineer."

I laugh.

"And go through years of school again?! No thank you."

I shudder, remembering the years of bullying and harassment.

Another shiver runs down my spine as I remember Grace.

She lets out a groan, dragging me back to reality.

"Maybe a police officer?"

I roll my eyes.

"I almost went to prison myself. I don't think that's a great idea."

The water becomes chillier.

I hurry up.

"Maybe you can work at this little store. It's called Reap The Sew and it's super cute!"

I think to myself.

I've heard that name before.

A shop name.

But where?

I don't have time to think about it before my shower turns cold and I'm forced out.

"Reap The Sew it is."

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I straighten my shirt, taking a deep breath before entering the familiar-looking shop.

The door lets out a little 'ding' as I enter.

A tall dirty-blonde girl stands facing away from me at the counter.

Neat racks of blouses circle around me, slightly suffocating me.

Tiny obviously-Tumblr-related signs decorate the walls.

Everything is notably made of recycled things.

Tin buckets litter the floor, serving no purpose but for people to trip on them.