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#4
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Mizeria
It's over 9000!
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Cirya moved quickly off the bus as it stopped on the corner ten blocks from her crappy apartment. She really had to find a better one. Her hair was a mess of curls today. It seemed to have a mind of its own like always. She had gotten some supplies from the store so she could make dinner when she got home. Work was slow going, and was limited to part time side jobs and which didn't pay much. Tonight she would eat in style... if you can count mac 'n cheese as a rare treat.
'Things should look up soon, right?' she thought to herself as she zipped up her jacket to block out the wind. Her cell phone rang loudly from its home in her pocket. The shrill noise echoing in her ears.
"Hello, This is Cirya." She spoke in her phone. She spoke in a pleasant crisp tone. She didn't know many people with this number... Not many in this area anyway. And if someone needed her from back home.. well.. that just wasn't her problem.
She blended into the background and no one even notice her by the time she walked a block and a half. She cut down a few side allies still listening to the voice on her phone. He was talking about a job of some sort. Trying to convince her to take it. It had to be pretty bad the way he was begging.
"Excuse me sir, I'd hate to interrupt you. Just tell me how many hours, the pay per, and where. I'll let you know if I'll do it from that. You don't have to talk me into it." She smiled into her phone trying to sound nice while letting him know he was begging way to hard.
"O-oh… Um.. Its 40+ hours a week, $17 an hour, You would be working in the college... " He stammered out the words and prayed…
"$17 an hour? I'm not teaching right? You wouldn't want me if thats the case."
"You would be doing odd jobs around the campus. No teaching."
"Thats more then fine." She said and took down some information as she circled the forth time around the block. When she was sure no one could see her she entered her apartment smiling to herself and went to making dinner. No more Mac 'n Cheese as a treat. Finally.
"It's in the stars.
It's been written in the scars on our hearts.
Your head is running wild again, my dear.
We still have everythin'.
We're not broken, just bent.
I'll fix it for us.
Our love's enough. "
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Posted 07-10-2011, 10:57 PM
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