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Emily Williams.

I woke up, hearing my mother's voice literally booming through-out the house. 

"Are you not going to wake up?" she asked, irritation evident right there.

"Is it okay, if I don't?" he groaned.

"Adam Williams. If I don't see you near the kitchen counter within ten minutes, there's no break-fast for you," mother declared.

"Why are you so harsh on him first thing in the morning?" father chimed in. "Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure, he will be there," he continued, never once taking his eyes off the morning newspaper. 

"Morning." I said, as I went up to the dining table. Of course, no one  paid attention.

"Then send him! Please try and send him..!" my mother said, exhausted.

Despite the ongoing conversation between my mum and my dad, Adam slept, like he was not allowed to sleep since centuries.

As soon as mother went back to kitchen, dad folded the daily newspaper and took charge.

"Adam?" 

No response.

"Adam?" 

No response, again.

"Adam?" 

No response, yet again... 

I felt my hands moving up to my ears involuntarily, when I saw my dad taking a long, deep breath.

"Aaddaaaaamm~~" My dad sang, his voice two tones higher than usual. The kind of voice that Adam absolutely despised, and dad knew that very well. 

My hands tried to put some more pressure on my ears, all in vain... The sharp irritating voice hit my ear drums with a pang!! 
I never get used to my dad's strange ways. He never gave his 'singing' a rest, until Adam finally groaned again.

"Daaad!!" he whined.

"Yes, my boy," dad replied nonchalantly.

"Why don't all of you just let me sleep?" 

I stood up from my chair, took a deep breath, and said, "Let him be, dad."

Of course, no one noticed... again.

"Your mum said she will not give you breakfast then. Is it fine by you?" Dad crossed his arms across his chest. 

"If I want to see the three of us for some more years, all safe, I wouldn't eat that," I muttered.

"I heard you, Emily!" mom called at me from inside of the kitchen.
Of course, she could hear me now!

I simply shrugged, grabbed a sandwich, reached out for my hoodie that rested on top of the small table and ran out. As I was closing the doors, I could hear my mum finally going off, with her regular 'enough is enough's...

... ...

I found myself staring at the flashy poster on the window of a chicken place.

 The poster said they needed to hire workers. I took a step back to get a better view of the small building. 
"Just this once, God!" I wished as I tried to straighten the never-ever-going wrinkles on my hoodie.

I am 21 years old, a should-be college student. But I dropped out last year when dad gave us unpaid loans as Christmas gifts. And to spice things up, the loans were not legally processed by, what you call banks; instead, my dad took them from some loan sharks. 

Insert an eye roll here.

These loan sharks, supposedly my old man's friend's relatives, are surely not friendly. They threatened us that if we don't pay them back along with interest, they will gradually sell our house goods, to compensate for the money. 

Well, it's not like we have much, that can be sold off for some worth, anyways. I wasn't very shocked when my dad responded with, 'you are in for a disappointment...'

Since, then I have been filling resumes here and there and god knows where! But, ahem... I can't pass, even the first screening...

Unfortunately, it's not a self-diss, it's a fact.
Um, well, I think it was just expected... since my resume had my school report cards, and certificates, and some prizes that I got for my co-curricular activities... you wouldn't want to know how my cheeks flush when the interviewer looks through my resume in front of me!

I opened the door a creak, and popped my head in, to see no one inside, except for one young lady. 

"Um, excuse me?" I asked, as I let my body enter the small yet tidy room. The lady's back was facing me. 
Admit it or not, her hairs were looking so beautiful in the dim lights. I, one-fourth wished I could exchange my pencil-straight brown hairs, with her golden brown curls. 

"Yes?" she turned around and smiled at me, showing off her perfect pearl-white teeth.