(July 21, 1987 - 7:30 AM)

My alarm rang. I sat up on my bed and the sunlight shined upon my face. I stretched my arms up, and I fixed my bed, preparing for another day of summer.

I made my way to the dining room where I saw my younger sister, Jennifer, sitting on her usual seat everyday, and I saw my brother, Jonathan, sitting beside Jennifer. Then, I saw Mom, sliding out a tray of freshly baked cookies from the oven. As she also arrives in the dining room, she saw me standing on the staircase.

"Oh, hey there, Jeremy," she greeted me with a smile. "Are you hungry? Come! Breakfast's ready."

I sighed and went to my seat, beside Jennifer. After me is a table full of grand pastries — different kinds of cupcakes, cookies with special toppings of chocolate, and a cake.

"Mom, what's up with these on the table," I asked, "are you opening your bakery again?" I hope that Mom would reopen her bakery. Dad had suddenly left us when Mom's pregnant with me. That's why my brother Jonathan is always angry at me, because he thinks that I'm the reason why Dad left us, but I'm not blaming him, though. He was too young when Dad left us. It's been sixteen years ago, so I hope that someday, my brother won't be angry at me anymore.

Mom chuckled as she took her kitchen gloves off her hands. "No," she replied, "I'm not reopening the bakery." She placed another tray of cookies on the table.

"Hmm? So what are these for?"

She sat down in her seat and laid before me the plate, with a spoon and fork.

"Oh. These are for all of you," she said, "but, these also serve as a practice for me."

"Uhm, practice for what?" I asked.

"For my first day on my job as a baker."

My eyes widened, "Where did you get a job, Mom?" I asked her.

"At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," she replied. I always pass by that old, abandoned restaurant whenever I go home from school. Rumors said that it was a mysterious pizzeria, and some unsolved murder crimes occurred there. Partly, malfunction of the animatronics was a reason of its closure, but I think that the incident was the main reason.

"Jeremy, you're finding a summer job, right? Why not apply there as a cook or something. You've got a talent in cooking, right?"

I smiled and I bowed my head. "No, Mom. I don't want to be a cook." I replied. I felt regret when I denied that I hate to be a cook. It's just fine for me to be a cook because of my talent in cooking, but I don't feel that I want to be one. I just want to have a summer job, so at least, I could earn my own money.

"Fine, Jeremy," Mom said, serving ham and eggs for us, "but you can't just lose the opportunity."

"I know, Mom," I replied, "but I feel like I don't want to be a cook."

Mom sat on her seat, "Alright then," she said, and she began to eat her breakfast.

Jennifer and Jonathan also eat their food. I slowly eat my food, thinking if i could find another summer job.

I stopped chewing, "Mom," I said, "do we have the local paper today?"

"Yes, why?" Mom replied.

"I just want to check something."

"Oh, sure," she said, placing the newspaper in front of me. I then took the newspaper and I switched my view into the "Want Ads". I saw many want ads, but only one caught my attention, and it's Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. They're looking for a night watchman to monitor the animatronics for six hours and for $120. Maybe, it won't be a challenge for me, because I always tend to stay up late.

"I'll be a night guard." I said, abruptly.

Mom dropped her spoon and fork, "Are you serious, Jeremy," she asked.

"Mom," I said, encircling the ad with a red marker that I found on the table beside me, "I'll be fine, and I'm just going to watch the security cameras."

Mom sighed, "Alright," she said, picking up her spoon and fork, "but be careful, though."

"Yes, Mom." I replied. Then, I stopped eating breakfast, and I immediately went to the telephone and I dialed the phone number on the advertisement. I picked up the handset and I wait for the reply.

"Hello," a man over the phone answered, "this is Freddy Fazbear's PIzza. How can I help you?"

"I want to apply a summer job there," I replied.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the only position available is the night watchman."

"Yes, I'll take that position."

"Oh, sure, sir. Just meet our manager here at 12 o'clock noon. We're glad to have you, sir."

"Thank you," I said. Then, I placed the handset back to its place and I went back to the dining room. I sat again on my seat and I continue eating my breakfast.

Mom stopped chewing for a while, "So, what happened?" Mom asked.

I smiled, "I got the job," I replied, "the manager wants to see me later noon."

"Alright then," Mom said, and all of them were finished eating their breakfast.

Jonathan just left the house without any permission. Mom raged to the door. "Jonathan," Mom shouted, "come back here!"

I sighed, and I left the dining table. I went to my room, and I pulled out a book from my bookshelf, and I read it. I'm just going to kill my time before I go to the pizzeria later noon.