Lamentable Fate

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            I was nervous, trust me n-e-r-v-o-u-s. I finally got my dream job! I'm working at a place I've always dreamed of as amazing, spectacular and wondrous. Some place my mom would take me every time I did some initiative or good deed I normally wouldn't do. Or for special occasions. I smile, walking into the place I greet my manager, I forgot her name I'm so nervous. But I just pretend like I know it, I'm good at pretending. The shop is all black and there is nothing in it. She is talking to me giving instructions, but I can not hear her. Yet I understand everything she is ordering me to do. I do it and I do it, but I forget what she says every time. Yet I know what to do. 

             *DING DING DING* "Ugh." I groan while falling off my bed. "Why couldn't that have lasted?" It's six in the morning and I haven't taken a shower in three days. Why am I getting up this early? It's a Saturday and I can shower later in the day- "CRAP!" I spring out of bed, my first day of work at some weird shop. Not my dream one unfortunately. It will take me 10 minutes to shower, five to dry my hair, 10 to put on make up and 30 minutes to drive there?! "No no no, not on my first day!" I'm going to be late! I run around the house grabbing clothes and towels and rushing into the bathroom. I close the door, lock it and begin my shower. This time it only takes me five minutes. It takes about 25 minutes to get to work from my place, and so far my routine is 55 minutes. 

            "Why did I set it for 6 O'clock? Oh, that's right because I was supposed to shower yesterday!" I get stressed and mad at myself I want to jump off a cliff for being so stupid. "It's okay, I'll just do make up once I get there speeding, it's fine." I blow dry my hair, no time for straightening. I grab my phone and turn up the sound, "ah going to be late!" The time says 6:16 am. "Welp, here we go. Gotta get there by 6:30!!!" I look at my phone and there's a text, from the new boss. 'Sorry I mean 7:30 I must have typed wrong. :)' What do you mean 'typed wrong'?! I stand there with a toothbrush half hanging out my mouth in silence. After about 10 seconds of me calming down and realizing I have more time, I get upset. "Awe woo kwidding mwe?!" I slam down my phone, only to pick it up a millisecond afterwards to make sure i didn't crack it. 

            I finish brushing my teeth and go to my room. "Straightening time!" I say like some cringey superhero comic that didn't make the cut. "Ugh so stupid." I turn up Justin Bieber's music and foolishly singing with the straight iron as the microphone and dancing happily. I get done with my hair and I grab my overweight make-up bag. "Now I can do this without stress, it's really not good for my complexion." I sigh, "I am kind of ugly." My dark, chestnut, brown hair falls just past my shoulders, freshly straightened to perfection. My unique colored eyes always gets complements that I don't know how to handle from other strangers. My jawline is straight, I have a cute nose I've been told, and I only have a few pimples. 'Model's face'. Yet I still am disgusting. "Why can't I just be good for once?!" I groan and lather make-up on my face. "This better cover my ugly ass self up." I shove all of the products back into my tiny, black, bag and throw it on my bed. "Okay, it's 6:40, maybe breakfast?" I shake my head, I never have it. Never hungry so why push myself to eat? I sit down on my bed again and contemplate life. The door barges open, "why are you awake?!" Clark exclaims annoyed. "Yeah, sure looks like it Hun?" He glares at me, to old to fist-fight because he knows I'd win easily. "Listen, stay more quiet in the mornings! We are trying to sleep."

            "I wasn't even that loud but okay."

"Don't talk back to me young lady." He stomps at his remark and closes the door heavily behind him with a huge 'SLAM'. "And I was loud?" I say out loud. Yes, out loud because it would be better if Clark actually physically abused me instead of mentally. You can get away with that so much easier. I grab my keys and despite it being so early I don't want to be around this 'family' anymore. I walk out the door and turn on my old car. So-called-parents gave it to me for use until I'm 18 but it takes a lot of gas. Just eats it and spits it out, kind of hard to take care of. But I'm doing it. I decide last minute to grab coffee from a coffee stand we all go to with my 'family' frequently, or used to. "Hey girly! What do you want today?" I smile at one of the baristas. They are so nice here; they all know me and I know them all. "Can I have my red bull?" She smiles and gets to work, charging on my 'mom's' account it's free for me. Doesn't take her long to make it, out of all of the baristas here, she's been here the longest. And the most talented not to mention, she works hard and I admire her. Obviously i'd never tell her that. Surely someone like me wanted to be someone like her is a disgrace, i mean look at me. Who would want someone as disgusting as me to try to be someone like amazing, capable them? I taste the savory flavor and smile, fake. "Thank you."