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1 | Finding the Job
Song: Brand New
By Ben RectorNoah Baker, actually calls me Noe.
It sounds better.
I can't believe you're interested in reading about my life.
I didn't think anyone would care.
But I'm glad you do of course.
Let's get it started.
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Author note: I've been wanting to write this story for 6 years so I hope you enjoy it. :)
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August 2, 2018
Summers almost over. It went by so fast. And school starts on the 6th. Ugh.
It's like 7:00 am. Should I do something? Go out and walk around? Maybe go shopping? I don't know.
But I can do whatever I want. I'm going out.
But I don't wanna get out of my bed. It's so warm. I'm doing it anyway.
I get up still haven't woken up and stumbled right into the door frame instead of going through the actual door.
I banged my forehead on the wood and fell right on my butt.
I put my hand on my forehead and sigh.
I lay down on the floor. My floor is so comfy. Comfier then my bed. That's odd.
But then again, it smells like feet. I'm getting up.
I wonder what I'm having for breakfast or I even have breakfast materials.
Didn't I go shopping last week? I'm pretty sure I grabbed some cereal.
I made my way to my bathroom. First thing I do? Look in the mirror. Couple zits here and there. I could see a bruise forming on my forehead. Great. And my face is a little oily. Probably because last night before I got home I worked out and didn't wash my face.
I started washing my face. After I dried off, I went to the toilet. And when I finished, I walked past the mirror and before I opened the door, I stop.
Wait.
I walked backward until I reach the mirror. I look at myself again. Noticing how shiny my face was after I washed it but how fresh I looked.
Do I need makeup?
Does anyone care about my bruise? I don't think so. No makeup today.
I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed the cereal and a bull.
While pouring the cereal, I started humming a song Japanese Denim. Heard of it?
I love the beat and rhythm of the song, it's so calm and nice.
It makes me tired.
I keep humming as I get the milk and a spoon.
I pick up the bull and started eating. I normally sit down but today I feel like standing.
As I eat, I sway my hips from side to side. Listening to the music playing in my head.
I finish my bull and rinse it out. Dropping it in the sink to put in the dishwasher later.
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