Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"It's 7:05. I said 7:00, remember?" Mrs. Jennings clips with a smirk, tapping the shiny watch on her wrist with a perfectly manicured nail. She's wearing colorful scrubs, her hair in some uptight-looking hairdo. Just from the way she's looking at me, I can tell she thinks she's better than me.

"Please! My alarm, it-"

"I'm sorry, but the position has been filled," she interrupts, turning away and dismissing me.

"Shit!" I yell, making the other people working eye me with concern.

I scowl at their reaction. The way their faces are twisted in disapproval, angers me.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I throw at all of them, causing them to resume what they're doing quickly. I flip them all the middle finger and walk out of the office, rage and defeat drumming through my body. I'm not sure what the hell I'm going to do now that I'm back at square one.

"Did you get the job?" Chasen asks as I open the passenger door.