Chapter 3: Interesting

She got home and unlocked her apartment door. After setting the keys down on the table, she went to her bed and sat down, heaving a huge sigh.

Ariel you big dope! What's wrong with you!? Can't you find a job?!

She'd been looking in the papers, and not a single one of them interested her. She got up and walked over to the bathroom stubbing her toe in the process.

"OW! Damn it!"

She hopped up and down on one foot back over to the bed, sitting back down, rubbing her sore toe.

"All I wanted was to pee!" She yelled, throwing a pillow at the culprit. "Stupid dresser…."

After a couple of minutes of sulking because of her sore toe, she got up, cautiously looking over to the dresser as she slid by into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, thinking. What job could possibly interest her? No one here even used their minds anymore! It was always selling clothes or modeling or even selling hotdogs on the streets. She wanted to use her mind. Like maybe being a doctor or a teacher or something...Something fun!

She flushed the toilet, pulling up her skirt, gussying up in the mirror before walking back into the bedroom. She hummed a little tune as she redid her hair, fixing the stray dark red strands that had gotten lose during the day, before picking up the newspaper on the table.

She was about to give up and throw it away when a certain headline caught her attention.

Arkham Asylum in need of guards. Men and women feel free to feel out an application.

Interesting…