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It's big, round, black eyes stared at me as the kitten rubbed it's back against the metal bars of its cage. The cat was black as night with one white stripe running down its side. This cat was all mine. I reached into my half wallet, half phone case and saw only one one dollar sticking out, one flimsy little piece of paper. "Uhhhh," I growled in frustration. I already felt so close to the cat, it was right in my fingertips, and literally the cat was still right next to me. I had already named it Midnight. There was only one option left to try.
"Moooommmm, can you pleeaaasssee lend me some money, I promise I'll pay you back," I begged.
"Sweetheart, you should get a job, make some money on your own, if you want to get this cat, cat food, and everything else," my mom suggested, although really it was my only choice. Why did life have to be so unfair! All I wanted was a cat! Suddenly a hideous gurgling sound erupted from my evil older sister Caroline. She has black hair with big, bouncy curls, just like me, except she cut her hair short and mine is still long. We're complete opposites in the way we dress. Caroline always dresses as if she were going some place fancy.
Today it was a faded light blue leather jacket over a white tank and a vibrant, red skirt. Her motto is "ACCESSORIZE!" Which means of course she's also wearing a long necklace with red gems and tons of bracelets. My motto is more like this "if it's not comfortable don't wear it," and "SWEATPANTS!" I love sweatpants and I have them in every color. Today their plain gray and I have on a dark blue tank. My sister says sweatpants are hideous, should never be worn in public, and lower everyone's impression of you, " There only for slacker, lazy people, like you!" She tells me as she points her finger at me. Sorry for that, sometimes I digress, but it is my story so, now back to my story.
"Lea, get a job?!" She shrieked as she made dramatic movements emphasizing, how funny the idea of me getting a job was. "For a second I thought you were serious! She can hardly even do the house chores. Im sure no one would want to hire her with all the excuses she makes. Last time, when you told her to mop the floor, she lay on the couch and fell asleep."
What a tattle tale that girl is! It was an accident. She is the most evil sister ever, I've always known her life's work is to bother me so I'm never happy. How could any ever have to live with her! Oh, I do! Sometimes, ok, a lot of times I have to treat myself with little vacations, for putting up with my sister. Maybe to the beach or the mall with friends.
"Actually, that's a good idea," my mom announced! "Lea, you should get a job to pay for the cat and all other supplies needed. You can learn to be responsible, get your cat, which also entails more responsibility. I love it! First of all, I just don't get how you can end a sentence with, I love it, if before it you say, more responsibility. Second of all, I have to get a job?!
"Lea couldn't even keep a job for one day," Caroline snickered. "I bet she couldn't even make one hundred dollars in one week," she taunted as a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Is that a bet?" I inquired, ready to take on her challenge.
"Oh, you bet it is," she sneered.
"Fine, I except your challenge." I was not going to give my sister the satisfaction of winning. If anything, I was going to win and laugh at her face. I'll show her how responsible I am, I can get a job and make a hundred dollars no problem. Ok, maybe not, but I'm not giving up.
"Oh, and one more thing, if I win I get to drive your car around wherever I want for a full month," I added. I can already feel my hands on the steering wheel, sweet,sweet victory.
"Fine, but if I win I can buy your little cat for myself," Caroline hissed.
No she wouldn't, she couldn't! Did she just...?! This was the whole reason I was going to get a job, to get MY cat! It was too late now, and I wasn't going to show any signs of weakness.
"Deal," I agreed and we shook hands.
I stormed off, I needed to hurry to find me a job!
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The Bet
General FictionLea couldn't even keep a job for one day," Caroline snickered. "I bet she couldn't even make one hundred dollars in one week," she taunted as a wicked grin spread across her face. "Is that a bet?" I inquired, ready to take on her challenge. "Oh...