"You go to your room this instant, young woman!" My Mom shouted. I snarled disrespectfully and ran up the stairs to my room. God I hate that woman, I thought as I slammed the door and leaned my back against it. I usually wasn't this disrespectful to my Mom but I just hated it when she constantly yelled at me, making me say "Okay….Okay….Okay" Until she's done with her lecture. I slid down the door into a sitting position and sat with my legs crossed. It felt good to snarl at her but I felt awful at the same time. It was totally unlike me to pull a douchebag move like that, or at least show what I'm feeling, it was my fault I got yelled at anyways. Three tickets in three months, just so you know, I'm the worst driver in the world. My Mom's punishment for me is to get a job and work enough to pay off the three tickets, which sucks because I have no idea where to even find a job
I get up and jump onto my bed; as I stretch out my legs, I stare at the ceiling fan I always keep on, its blades soaring through the air and causing a cool breeze throughout the room. In the pockets of my jean shorts, I feel my phone vibrate, emProbably Sabrina or Tyler. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, a Samsung Galaxy S4. I always despised Apple products, I'm not a hipster, but they're too mainstream, I also don't like how simple some of their products are, I personally prefer Samsung. I turn on my phone and look at my messages; it's my best pal, Sabrina. She's "hotter" than me, most people would say, with her nice supermodel quality blonde hair and blue eyes, we're around the same height but she's technically taller than me. "So your parents lay the lecture on you yet?" She texted. I sigh and texted back, "Yeah, have to get a job and pay off all the shit I wrecked." She simply texted back the word "Cool."
"Any suggestions?"
"Well my Dad gets the daily newspaper; there are some job applications in there."
"K, I guess you could bring it to school tomorrow, Last day!"
"Yeah, Last Day!"
That night, when my Dad comes home, my Mom roasts me and tells him about the third ticket I just got and how she thinks she should punish me. My Dad never really cares whenever I get into trouble because he knows that he was just the same when he was my age, plus I'm his little girl. I almost laugh as my Mom goes on and on about how I'm the worst daughter ever and my Dad just says "Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh". Finally my Mom asks, "Are you even listening, Harold?" My Dad looks over to her and says with fish in his mouth, "Yes, Honey." My Mom sighs and continues going around the kitchen and sorting spoons and knives away, this time she shut's up.
"So have you decided where you're getting a job yet?" My dad asks.
"No, but Sabrina's going to bring me one of her Dad's daily papers so I can look for job applications.
"Alright, well you know, Ferguson does an internship program; you could sign up for that.
"You actually have to have good grades to get into that internship, though Sarah, which you do not.
Really Mom, it was one class, Math, and you know I struggle in Math. I scoop up the last spoonful of corn and practically shove my plate in my Mom's hands. I'm just so sick of her bullshit today that I might go to bed at right now. I dash up to my room and throw myself onto my bed; I got three messages when I was eating, all from Tyler. Tyler Miller is actually average height, it's just that I'm short, I really like him and every one of his features, like his sense of humor and flowing brown hair. Tyler is my best friend next to Sabrina. We talk often times at night, keeping each other up by talking and truly expressing our feelings, our conversations have gone from "do penguins have knees or not" to "I don't know if my Grandma will live the night". This time, the conversation is "Yo, your Mom lay down the lecture yet?"
He sent me the messages "Yo, your Mom lay down the lecture yet", "What she say", and "You should really retake the behind the wheel class again". I laugh at the last one and start messaging him. "I have to get a job and pay off all the shit I rekt," Spelling "wrecked" wrong on purpose. "Noice," he says. We have this thing going on where we take random words and completely slaughter the spelling. I lie down and pull up the covers, with Tyler around, this'll be a last Thursday of the school year to remember.
The next day is short but long at the same time, I say goodbye to all my friends for the summer and receive the newspaper full of job applications from Sabrina. No learning went on that day, pretty much just watching movies and getting yearbooks signed, man, I always loved that time of the year. It seemed as if all the struggles and debts the school owes to you are paid off by that one last week, we cry because we don't want to go to school in the beginning of the year but cry at the end of the year because we don't want to leave./span/p
I walk home with Sabrina after school as we always do, taking the long way to preserve the year. "There are a lot of job applications in that paper; I saw some you would like." She said. I just sort of mumbled something I didn't understand. Her house came up and we said our goodbyes, even though we live right next door. The rest of the way I jogged home; couldn't wait to sit on the couch and just process the year being over. As soon as I stepped inside, I remembered, the bitch is still mad at me and she's in my seat too. I felt my smile turn into a frown as she stared at me, her malevolent eyes piercing my "innocent" soul. I threw my string backpack into the closet since it wouldn't be needed anymore and walked back into the living room.
"Did you get the newspaper?" My Mom asked. "Yup, it has a lot of applications in here; I'll look it over later." My Mom raised her eyebrows and said, "You should go upstairs and look it over now." I decided not to do something obscene and follow her command. I walked inside my bedroom and felt the cool breeze against my pale skin; I loved the feeling of summer. I tie my thin brown hair in a ponytail and relax on my bed with my phone out and "job applications" page open. I was surprised at how many jobs were available, 7-11 cashier, Dairy Queen ice cream maker, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza nightshift worker, and so much more. I factored down some job choices, crossing out things like Doctor's Assistant and things I hated with a red pen. As I look over my list of choices, I get a text from Tyler, "Happy summer, get rekt skrubs." I laugh at his attempt to use MLG (Major League Gaming) slang and text him asking which job I should chose out of six choices.
County Library assistant
Dairy Queen ice cream maker
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza nightshift security guard
Macy's cashier\
Subway sandwich maker
Hillside Cinemas ticket booth worker
It took him a while before he responded, thinking about which job fits me the most. "I could totally see you being the chick that makes my Blizzards, what's the pay?" I look down onto the article for Dairy Queen; the pay is $7.25, the lowest you can get in Virginia. "It's the lowest pay you can get; I'm crossing out Dairy Queen." Now there are five options, I let Tyler take his time to decide what would be best for me, almost five minutes pass and he says "I heard security guard jobs have pretty good pays, doing nothing for a good pay each night." I look down onto the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza job's article, $11.00. I get a shiver of excitement and text Tyler back. "Thanks, I'm probably going over to Freddy Fazbear's next week to sign up." I set the newspaper in my side table drawer and stretch out on my bed. My phone vibrates and Tyler texted "Khool."