Rain

Chapter 1

Rain's POV

I stated at the blank screen in front of me, waiting for inspiration to hit. But nothing, it was moments like this I remember my parents words.

“You’re not going to go college?,” “ You expect to survive as a writer?,”
“Don’t be foolish!”

Sometime I think I made the wrong choice but I don’t regret anything. I’ve always lived a sheltered life growing up. My mom and dad were overprotective and had my life all set for me.

They never approved of my writing and thought of it as a silly hobbie. When I turned 18, I told them I was moving out and wasn’t going to college but would focus on my writing. Funny how that’s been working out. That they I left with ten thousand dollars from my fund and turned my back, got a cheap run down apartment that paid way to much.

Living the dream.

I let out a groan of frustration and decided to take a little break. I’m 19 years and my life’s not going nowhere. I think it’s time to get a job seeing as my writing is going nowhere and I’m low on cash.

Going back to my computer I started searching for jobs in the area. After two hour of searching I applied to only one job, hey don’t judge! It was as a waitress at a semi fancy restaurant, shutting my plop on my bed and smile.

At last progress.

I close eyes my eyes ready to take a nap but my belly had other thoughts.

“grhhhpp,”

I  lift up my shirt looking down at my flat stomach, as if talking to me it made another sound of hunger.

Getting up out my room I make my may to the kitchen, this took me at least ten steps. I lived in a tiny one bedroom apartment. The living room and kitchen was in one medium sized space and by bedroom and bathroom taking the rest of the small space.

I opened the cabinet and took out some chow mien. Taking the blue scrunchie off my wrist, I used it to put my black shoulder length kinky hair into a messy bun. I took out the pot and ingredients and whipped something up for me to eat. After eating and cleaning up after my self I showered and did my usual hygiene routine before going to bed.

Two weeks later~

Today is the day of my interview, I’m kind of nervous since it’s my first time applying for a job. If my parents could see me now, they would get a stroke.

Maybe I should visit them, nah.

Looking in the full body mirror, I observed my attire one last time.

I had on a dark blue knee pencil skirt which reached an inch above my knees, a white silk blouse and to accompany it all black flats. This complemented my light chocolates skin which contrasted nicely with the colors. My hair was styled in a sleek bun, my edges on point. I wore my small silver hoop earrings and decide against makeup but only placed a little lip gloss.

Grabbing my bag with all my essentials I left my apartment to go to the restaurant. A smile on my face as things were finally headed in the right direction.

Screw what I said earlier, my life was definitely not going to going in the right direction. I was late for the eight 0 clock bus and had to wait another thirty minutes for the next one. Not to mention when I finally got on there was traffic.

Having to buy the new clothes for my interview I could not afford to spend money on a taxi. So my option was to stick to taking the bus, I just hope that I don’t arrive to late.

Awhile later~

“Once again I’m so, so sorry I’m late,” I said to the middle aged man who sported a blank face since I’d reached. I was an hour late and was waiting for some sort of reaction but got nothing which left me on edge.

“It’s okay that you’re late, you can afford to be late given that your profile is so well,” He says with a overlly huge smile.

“Really?”

“No dumbass, you’ve got only a high school diploma and not a single bit of experience. Yet you still had the audacity to come to the interview late.” He gritted out making me feel stupid for a moment.

"Typical niggers!," My heart drop to my stomach as I hear his words.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

I repeated over and over in my head.

Getting up I left the room before I did something I would regret.

Rushing out the restaurant i made my way to the bus station.

Well that went well.