The Anonymous

Chapter 23: Aeon's Story

There is a lot of characters in this book so, I made a list of them. They will be present in a few other characters.

Jenny, Jennifer, Jada, and Janet are Monica hall's sisters

Aria Hall (kid sister)

Devin Hall oldest brother)

Tashia, David is (Kevin Halls sister and brother)

Jasmine (Tashia daughter)

...Three Years Ago....

I'm sorry miss Aeon but you simply don't have enough experience for this job.

"Ok well thank you for having me," I have to admit, I was a little disappointed. I really wanted that hostess position at Lacuna restaurant. I really could care less about how popular the restaurant was, all I know is, they pay extremely well. It would help me out a great deal.

Stepping outside of the restaurant on a beautiful sunny afternoon, the feeling of hopelessness sank into me. I observed the cheerful people walking around probably coming from their fancy jobs and going home. I wanted so badly to revert back to that state of happiness because adulting was hard. My father's shipment business was moving slow. So, now were relying solely on my mother's nursing income. It was strenuous. Paying for my apartment was the only thing she could do for me. All my other expenses would have to be handled by me. I took my head in frustration, "How hard is it to find a simple entry-level job. I know I'm just a college student with zero experience. But I just need a small job and no one wants to give me a chance. My father and mother have been pressuring me to find a job for three months now. Yeah, they pay for my college tuition and other expenses, I guess they want me to develop a sense of financial independence. I'm pretty sure if backed-against-the-wall my the survival-instinct would overtake me; I'm very adaptable in that way. I wish someone would have told me that job hunting in NYC wasn't easy; everyone expects you to have experience for your nonexistent experience. It makes no sense.

I already had a feeling I wasn't going to get that job. The managers seemed to want a certain type of girl and I fit the criteria. Upon my observations, I wasn't tall and my hair wasn't golden. Perhaps, I should give up on hostess jobs altogether. As I made my way down the sidewalk looking up at the clear blue skies. It was honestly a breathtaking day, how could I be mad? I decided to get a smooth to cheer myself up. SmootieEarth was my favorite place in the city. It was a little pricey, but I like to spoil myself every-now-and-then. I order a strawberry- mix and made my way to the subway station. The A train came moments later, taking a seat near the door, I pulled out my phone to check my email; in hopes that some job emailed me with an invitation to an interview. "No luck," I said to myself. I found myself reviewing all the things, I could have said wrong during the interview process. It's not like I'm stupid, I just choked and ended up sounding like a complete fool. A sigh escaped my mouth. As I relaxed in my chair.

All the other candidates looked like models, so the odds were already not in my favor. I shifted my gaze from my lap to look forward, I notice a cute guy sitting directly in front of me. He was staring at me. I was protected from my dark shades, s, I felt comfortable staring back. If I had a type he would be it. He had perfectly smooth flaws skin that glowed even in the bleakest of places, absolutely radiant. He looked like a model with a perfectly perfect sculptured face. Full eyebrows, lovely dark eyes, full lips, even a nice haircut. Dressed in a very causal put together kind of way. He was fine. I actually want to shoot my shot. But at the back of my mind. I thought, he probably doesn't even like girls like me. Like his own.

The fact that I question if he liked his own kind says a lot. Bt this is NYC interracial relationships are everywhere on television, in social media. It'snormalized and it's normal because we are all humans. But when you see a man that has the same color as you consistently with other races on thinks to themself, are they even attracted to you? I'm not insecure, it's just a natural thought that sometimes plays in my mind. I believe that love-is-love no matter how a person looks. But one can not ignore the elephant in the room. The history of the people that look like me. It plays a part.