It's 1:00 pm and Adriana hit the snooze fifth time slightly lifting her eyelid and shouting to shut the curtains, i just ignored, in few minutes she fell asleep as usual. Exactly what people do on sunday mornings with a hangover playing puzzle inside their brains.
Finishing my toasted bread and peanut butter i rushed to dump in my plates and rest of the dishes in the sink which was half filled since yesterdays. Water is dripping down the sink into the bucket placed below. It rippled musically as i rushed into my bedroom and changed my pajamas to casual brown pants with white in shirt.
As i pulled up my messy tangled brown hair to make a neat bun i glanced at myself in the mirror.Its been a while i took a long breath my skin was miles away from skin care routines with dark circles and acne scars . Dusting my face with a compact, dressing my lips with mild pink expecting to help myself carve a less made up smile.
Pulling out my documents from the closet i rushed blindly to reach the door "Thuck" there goes my little toe again I hardly made two steps.Immense pain made me curve on the bed grabbing on to my feet.
"Did you hit your toe again"
Adriana giggled still on bed with her messy hair spread on the pillow. Ignoring her i gathered up myself and started rushing "I've an interview if possible clean up the kitchen "
"good luck"
she shouted as i shut the door.
its been six years i moved into northern valley for my medical studies. University expenses my moms hospital bills crushed my dreams on specialising in neonatology, my dream field .
Well now i had to manage a job fill in the loans and get myself back to it. Well like its always said hope keeps us going without breaking.
Walking down the apartment to the bus stop Aunt Bennet waved at me from her pastry shop right below my apartment.
Neighbourhood is less busy on sunday unlike the weekdays crowded by students in uniforms men and women in suits all rushing to different destinations trying to beat time.
Getting on the bus,was lucky enough to get a window seat. The sun rays hit my face trying to brighten me up.
4 years of medical training can only help you get into a good university for a speciality training and never does it guarantee a job here in northern valley.
three months following graduation this is my 5th interview in a hospital with all high hopes and a less weighing documents hoping to impress and grab a job. The students scholarship helped me survive through since my mother lost her job following a misdiagnosed limb infarction which had to be amputated. Now getting a job was important for both our stability and security.
