I glared at Principal Simms, who sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Callaby, it's you're senior year. I don't know how you did it. But. Did you really have to hack our school system and change the name?" I rolled my eyes.

"It wasn't even that bad-"

"You renamed it 'Donkey Butt'. I find it HIGHLY immature and I am very unamused, along with the school board. You got one more chance, Callaby. One more slip up, and you won't be able to graduate-"

I stood up, outraged. "But what about the kids who had water balloons full of soapy water, throwing them at people! And remember Jeremy? The kid who's allergic to latex? His mom was gonna SUE THE SCHOOL! And the kids didn't even get punished for it!"

"Just...get out of my office before I suspend you, Miss Jones." He put his glasses back on and looked down at his computer, which faced opposite of me. I stood up and stormed out of the office, just ready to go home.

Fortunately, the bell rang for school to be let out.

Unfortunately, the same bell rang for a rather unpleasant group of students to leave class.

"Hey, Wallaby!" The other teens giggled and laughed at their stupid name for me.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the building. Stupid jerks.

My next destination was home, where I promptly pulled a box of pizza out of the freezer and stuck it in the oven. I walked over to the cabinets of our little home and found some snacks. Doritos sound good with pizza. I grabbed the bag and began munching on them, still waiting on the pizza in the oven.

I looked at the newspaper on the counter. Mom must have came home during her lunch break today. I shrugged and picked it up and just so happened to glance at the job hiring section.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Reading it more, I found out that it was a night shift, 12-6 AM. Nice. It wasn't a very good pay, only $4 an hour, and it also seemed very creepy. But it was a job I could possibly tolerate if needed. Obviously, I wasn't good with people so jobs like waitressing and being a cashier were out of the question.

The oven dinged just as mom walked through the front door. Upon smelling pizza, I heard her sigh. "Pizza for supper again, Callaby?"

"Yeah?" I said it as in "duh".

She sighs and places her stuff on the counter. "The principal called me at work today."

"Look, Mom. I-" she held up her hand to stop me. "I know what you're doing, Callaby. You're trying to fit in with the other kids and get them to like you. I know. The school counselor talked to me and said she thinks it would be nice if you found something to put your energy into, maybe to mellow you out. Maybe a sport or a job or something?" She gave me a hopeful look and I scoffed. "Sports are not my thing-" I wasn't fat, I just couldn't run or anything because of my leg. "-but I did see a job that I could probably do."

"Oh, is it the waitressing job at Wally's Cafe? I heard they get good tips-" I shook my head. It dawned on her when she realized what job I was talking about, and her facial expressed drooped to one of disgust. "Oh, Cally. You're not really wanting to work there, are you?"

"It's that or nothing. You of all people should know that I'm not social enough for a job like waitressing. Plus, I may even be able to get a little extra on the side if I can help fix up the animatronics and get them looking more presentable. Supposedly, they've had a lot of complaints about the condition of the characters." She scrunched up her face. "But, that could be dangerous. Remember when I stopped taking you there because of-"

"That could have been just a short in his circuit, or maybe even the kids fault. I'm almost positive that he didn't bite her on purpose." She sighed. "If you're really serious about this job-" she gave a small half-hearted smile. "-then I guess I could let you take a shot at it. You're a smart girl, I'm sure I'm just overreacting. It's Monday, so why don't you go ahead and give them a call?" I nodded and decided to call them when I finished my pizza. At least if I did get the job then I would have plenty of time to catch up on sleep after school.

An hour later, about 5:30 PM, I was entering the numbers of the pizzeria into the phone. It rang twice before it was answered by a man's voice.

"Hello, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."

I cleared my throat. "Hello, this is Callaby Jones. Um-I'm calling for the night guard job in the newspaper ad."

"Oh, really! Well, in that case, consider yourself already hired. You can start tonight." My eyes bulged in surprise. "R-really? Already?" "Yes, Miss Jones. Come in around 11 and I'll show you around, does that sound okay?"

"Sure! I-I'll be there!"

"Okay. Have a good evening, Miss Jones." "You too."

I hung up the phone and just sat there. That was a little odd, they just hired me right off the bat without even knowing who I am. The budget cut, maybe? Could be. I mean, if they're really that desperate for a night guard, it would make more sense. It still seems odd, though.

"So what did they say?" Mom asked as she sat at the dining room table.

"Well, I uh- I got the job." She nearly spit out her coffee. "Already? Wow. They must have been really desperate." I nodded. "Yeah, I thought the same thing. I start tonight." She rose her eyebrows in shock. And then nodded. "Okay. Maybe it won't be too bad." I shrugged.

"I guess I'll find out tonight."