"Enough using up your cell phone bill!" Dad yells," You need to find a job to pay up your phone!" I glare at him.
"Where am I going to find a job?" I talk back.
"Look at the news paper, they always have jobs there!"
S I turned around and marched angrily to the dark painted wooden bedside bench next to the jade green plumb chair.
The bench had a series of magazines and newspapers.
I grabbed a random newspaper and collapsed on the chair. On the front cover a pic"ture of Starbucks and the words help wanted. I love Starbucks, every Christmas Eve my mom takes me to get there hot chocolate.
"I want this one!"
I gesture my dad to come over. He quickly marched over in my direction. I pointed to the Starbucks picture.
"Are you sure you want the night shift?"
"Um, yea!"
"Okay then let's give them a call".
He then headed into his bedroom. Moments later he returned with a grin implanted on his wrinkled face.
"They excepted you".
"Oh," I said surprisingly scared.
YOU ARE READING
Starbucks
HorrorThis is a story about this 17 year old girl named Maddie. She finally finds a job as a night job at Starbucks. But this isn't just an ordinary job, however, she finds this job got a whole lot creepier.
