Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FATHER'S DAY! I *HATE* FATHER'S DAY! I'm writing again so I don't get depressed. Next chapter. Should I have a weird dream in each chapter. I would be really funny and messed up but it would serve it's purpose. So review and tell me.

She rose from her dirty bed and looked out the tiny window. I was raining and there was a colorful rainbow in the sky. She sighed as she remembered that today was father's day. She slid out of bed and stumbled to her suitcase. She pulled out a pair of dark blue stone washed shorts and a silk short sleeve shirt with ruffled sleeves and a Chinese style pattern. It was cut to look like a wrap around shirt but it wasn't and it hung low on her chest. She pulled out underwear, bra, toothpaste, toothbrush, and make up. She dressed and brushed her teeth. She strolled down to the lobby and took a newspaper. She looked at the classified ads looking for a job. She circled a job for a reporter, a waitress, a dancer (not stripper), and a clothing critic who critiqued clothing for some big name magazine.

She after hailing a taxi she arrived at the library and went to a computer. She typed out her resume and printed. Then hailed another taxi and went to a copy shop. She paid the guy to copy it on professional looking paper then used the phone to set up job interviews. Her first interview was at the magazine called Tendances. She knew that meant trends in French from her high school French class. It was in an hour. She rode back to the hotel and changed her shorts with a long light pastel colored scrunched (A/N: is that what those skirts are called?) skirt that came down past her ankles. She then replaced her flip-flops with black high heels that had a tie that wrapped up about two inches past her ankles.

She hailed a cab and went to the interview. She arrived at a huge brick building with five spinning doors. She went in and saw a huge reception desk with a customer service sign over it. She walked to the desk and asked where the job interview was.

"5th floor. The 5th door on your right you can't miss it. It says five on it."

'great' she thought 'my luckiest and unluckiest number 5 and 15'

She thanked the women and went up stairs to the 5th floor and went in. She handed her resume to the women. She sat down and waited about 10 minutes before she heard the door in the back of the room open with a woman shaking the hand of some guy saying you've got the job. She got up and went to her next interview. They all went like the first one did. She rode back to the hotel then ran to her room and cried. She picked up the newspaper after she was finished and looked at the front page. It said: Murder in Città. A woman was found shot to death and her husband was found shot to. The husband was believed to be the murderer. Neighbors' say there was a shot and their girl ran out with a suitcase and then a few minutes later another shot. Whereabouts of the girl are unknown and police think that it will stay that way. This is just another domestic disturbance.

Her mother and father were dead. She had no idea what to do. She sat there and cried. She cried from the depths of her soul. She felt guilty. Maybe there was something she could have done. She didn't know. She remember the word of her reading teacher. "There comes a time in every persons life where they will cry out from the depths of their soul. This is inevitable what you do after you stop is what counts." She smiled at the remembrance of her reading teacher Mrs. Neely. She picked her self up and took a shower. She then got dressed back into the shirt and shorts and flip-flops. She walked out side and looked at the college. She could see it from her motel. She decided to take the ACT's and see if they were good enough to get into college.

She was walking down the street just getting to know the place because this was going to be her home when she walked past a gun shop. She walked in and grabbed a handgun. She casually strolled up to the desk and asked if they had a shooting range she could try it out at.

"Yeah, follow me." The storekeeper replied while walking to the back of the store.

She walked in and put in some earplugs. She shot her first shot and it hit the stomach of the paper. All the rest hit the head.

'Hum. I'm pretty good at this.' She thought as she was buying the gun and some bullets.

Urgh it's soooooooooooooooooooo short. anywho go read What to do when balloons attack. Believe me it is really funny and read All Things Amuck In The Land of Hogwarts.