"Fired?"
"I'm sorry, but your lateness is inexcusable. You've missed almost an entire week when you add up all the times you've been late."
"I can make it up to you! Please let me try again!"
"I'm sorry."
The brunette girl unlocked the door of her shabby apartment and threw herself on the couch, sighing.
"It's not fair," she muttered, "not fair."
This was what, her fourth time being fired? All of them said the same things: too young, too unreliable, too loud. How was she supposed to support herself?
She didn't really need a job, per say. Her aunt wired over enough to cover rent and a little extra for a bag of groceries each month out of sympathy. Not that her aunt was paying; it was the only money she ever saw of her inheritance from her parents. If she'd only tried to get along better, just maybe she'd still be living at her aunt's. Their personalities clashed so much though, and all her aunt ever saw in her was her mother.
She sighed. Maybe when she was eighteen she'd have enough for a larger home or more groceries or even clothes that weren't from the thriftshop two blocks down. But now she was tired.
Beep Beep Beep
She awoke from the middle of a dream. About a wedding? She wondered, she could almost still taste the cake and wished she could jump right back to her dream.
Beep Beep Beep
She picked up her watch and silenced it.
"Jewelry store. One street left from the arcade. Sending coordinates," A calm, stern voice replaced the beeps. "That's three-oh-seven…."
She closed the watch and grabbed a bag, breaking into a run.
Unreliable my left foot, she thought, still bitter from the mix of being fired and woke up in under an hour's time. If that supervisor could see this.
Time for another job hunt would come later. For now, she had some real work to do.