Pinocchio *editing | on hold *

Jessica

"Do pinocchios like you will likely get a job? I don't think so. Sometimes in working life, you would have to lie. Some day, somehow.. you'll eventually will. Lying may help the company in some sort of way."

Ugh. Can't dad just shut up? I know that I could get a job. I knew it from the very beginning. I will get a good, a legit one of course. There is nothing wrong about relying on the truth. I mean, what's so bad about it? I don't think companies would fail if I couldn't lie. Plus, there are billions of jobs around the world. I bet that any one of those jobs will suit me. It definitely will.

"-too bad you can't lie." He sighed loudly.

"It sucks having a twenty year old daughter who had finished college halfway through and currently jobless and-"

"Dad! Can you not? College sucks okay. I received bullying threats all day and the homeworks- Ugh. You wouldn't even understand. I forgot that you don't even make it to college." I snorted, then walk with my back facing him, heading towards the kitchen with my baggy pants and slumpy crop hoodie. When I was about to grab a tube of pringles, dad trailed me along and threw a pillow right on my butt.

Seriously. Butt? Dad treats me like I'm a twelve year old. I groaned.

"You better get a job by this Saturday! I don't care. Stop being like a child with that hideous hoodie on you, walking around around with chips in your hands all the time." Dad threw another pillow at me. I stomped my foot as I turned pissed.

"Daaaaaaaad! Stop throwing pillows at me! I am twenty, for God's sake! So treat me like one!" In revenge, I threw those pillows back at him. Hah.

"How could I treat you like one if you're dressed like a twelve year old?!"

Poof.

Thud.

Poof.

Ouch.

This conversation has now lead to a pillow fight in less then five minutes. After hearing dad's lectures about jobs, now we're hitting each other with pillows, just like kids.

Now we're both seemed like a bunch of twelve year olds. Ugh.

So, basically in short, this is my life.

Having fights with dad all day.. Helping grandpa around the house with his homemade vegetable garden.. and waiting for mum.

Yeah, mum.

We got separated after mum and dad's divorce when I was in second grade. I used to text her, but now I rarely do. Dad doesn't like it if I contact her. I do miss her, but.. Well.. maybe one day she'll would want to find me. It has been thirteen years since I kept finding her and yet I failed.

Okay. Breathe, Jess, breathe. Everything will be fine from now on. Let's push all those miserable life moments and negative thinkings into one corner and let it go.

For now, let's get myself a job!