I had been living in my hometown again for a couple of years. I found a job and had gotten my own house to live in. Every so often I would visit my family, and we would all celebrate the holidays together. Everything was going great- but there was this one problem I had..
"Sorry I'm late, sir!" this was the one sentence I would say almost everyday when I got to work. But, this one last time didn't go so well...
My boss, who was irritated at the time, glared at me from the across the table where all the other employees were sitting and replied with the most angry tone,
"Again, Dawn? That is the fourth time this week!"
"Yeah I know..." I started. "I'm sorry, there's a construction around my house and I couldn't fall asleep until really late so I kinda.."
He still had this stern look.
"...slept in..."
"Enough excuses, Dawn. I warned you about this plenty of times before."
"I-I know but-"
"I'm sorry but I can't allow you to work here anymore."
"Wh-what!? Come on, gimme another chance I promise I'll-"
"I've heard that from you before."
"What am I gonna do without a j-"
"Out, Dawn."
Everybody in the room was staring at me. I was humiliated. I walked out before I could say anything else, and the hallway to the exit seemed like it lasted forever. I walked by my co-workers and people I used to get along with. I no longer had a job, what would I do to get by?
Whenever I got home, I had to share the news with everybody. I knew I should've been looking for a new job, but I was much too depressed to do anything. I was waiting for something to come up and knock me out of the pity I was in so I could actually try again.
And something finally did.
One day, my friend visited me to show me what she found in the newspaper. It was an article about a new shop opening. She recommended I try to get a job there, because it was a big thing and they would pay me good. I took the advice, but even though I did, I was discouraged and still depressed because she informed me that this place was in a totally different town. I needed to get a new job, even if I had to move somewhere far.
The town was called Pluto. Odd name, I know- the way it was described online made it sound peaceful and a great place to live. That was probably the other thing that kept pushing me to go- I was still depressed and couldn't take any bad neighborhoods or people. But, the one thing I had my mind mainly focused on was the job.
It took a long time for me to actually decide, and it was pretty devastating to my family and friends. I collected the money I had, packed the stuff I needed, and planned to stay in an apartment when I got there. On the day I moved, I said bye to everybody and got on the bus that would take me to the new town.
Right when I sat down in a seat, I would look out the window to my old town, and count how many seconds I was away from it. Yeah, I was already homesick. But, I knew that I would grow out of it soon.
Woo! I finally started the sequel! Yeah the title is kinda cheesy I guess- oh well, atleast it corresponds to what the story is. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope all the fans of the first one will like this as much as the original! :)
