"So, we will call you okay?" The man sitting behind the desk said breaking the silence. When someone says they'll call when it's for a job, don't jump up and down and scream because your so happy. Mostly likely, your not going to get the job.

And I'm pretty sure I'm not.

"Thank you." I whispered, getting my from the seat. The man pursed his lips before looking back down at the computer. As I begun to walk away, I turned back around with my hands clenched on my bag.

"Don't you need my number if your going to call?" I asked. He lanced up at me and sighed deeply, raising his shoulders.

"Um, I'll find out somehow probably." He replied, paying me no attention at all. I turned back around and begun to walk away out of the hundredth officiate that I walked out of today with no success.

I made a straight line to the front for, trying my best to ignore the constant stares from everyone who was sitting down around me. I hated being the center of attraction. I like it better when I'm... Invisible.

I pushed open the front door while I held my hand straight across my forehead, trying to block the hot, bright sun from my eyes. While I walked on the sidewalk, I stopped dead in my tracks as I searched through my back for the newspaper.

Once I found it, I clicked my pen and scratched out McDonalds from the list of different jobs that said job wanted. I stuffed the newspaper back into my bag. I laid my hand on my forehead and looked around, dreading the walk that I soon I would have to do to get home.

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I kicked the front door closed with my foot and immediately plopped on the couch, exhausted from walking so much and the heat. I watched with narrowed eyes as my brother Zack closed his bedroom door behind him.

He walked to me with a smile as he zipped his zipper to his pants.

"Hey shit face." He greeted me, leaning down and pecking my cheek. I pursed my lips at him, not feeling like lifting my hand to wave. He walked over to the other side of the couch and sat down.

"You got my food?" He asked. I opened my bag and pulled out a bag that had a egg, bacon and cheese sandwich in it. I threw it at Zack and he caught it.

"Thanks.." He mumbled, before diving his face into the sandwich. I closed my eyes, trying to cool off when I heard a loud thump come from Zacks room. My eyes instantly opened as I furrowed my eyes brows.

"Tell me you do not have a girl here." I said pissed off. It's been the third time this week he's had a girl here. He looked up at me with his face stuffed with food.

"I do not have a girl here." He said with his mouth full. I rolled my eyes and closed them once more, not paying anymore attention of the noise.

"Zacky.." I heard a girls voice playfully say. I opened my eyes but immediately closed them back when I noticed a blonde, standing right infront of me, naked.

"Oh come on!" I whined, hitting Zacks arm making him chuckle.

"I told you to tell me if someone else was here dick!" I yelled a them, getting up from the couch. He surrendered on hand in the air and smirked.

"Technically you told me to tell you that I don't have a girl here. So, I told you want you wanted me too." He replied. I picked the pillow up off the couch and aggressively threw it at him, making his sandwich fall to the floor.

He slowly looked up at me from looking down at his sandwich with narrowed eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Was that necessary?" He yelled with his face getting red. I blocked the girl from my vision as I walked passed her to my room.

"Yes. It was necessary! Think about that before you wanna bring another prostitute to our house!" I yelled back to him.

"I'm not a fucking prostitute bitch! I'm a stripper!" She yelled at me. I sarcastically laughed at what she said.

"And the difference is...?"

Notes

Good or Nah?

Test are almost over, going to Florida for Spring Break, Feeling okay today.

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