I awoke to a cramp in my back and tried to straighten my rumpled clothing. I quickly shoved my sleeping arrangements in a nearby bush and made my way down the path." What to do, what to do" I asked myself. I had two options, go nick something from that fat kid I always see with chocolate on his face. Or I could try to make my way out of the unemployment line. Then I remembered two days ago when Tomas ( the young boy's name ) decided to kick me in the shins. I decided to not risk a painless job search and carried on. As I strolled down Kenning street I peered in every shop, hoping for an occupation sign. Suddenly something caught my eye.
' Need a job? Well, Gladrags has an occupation open to those who are willing to work in the ladies-wear industry. Shop located at 87 Gladdings street '
I read the sign and decided to go to the said store though I knew that there was a very little chance of me getting the job but I couldn't give up just yet. I waved for a taxi even though I was broke. As a cab stopped, I made to enter. The driver took in my appearance and raised his eyebrows. I raised my own, daring him to question my rumpled state. He sighed and asked me where my destination was, I asked for Maple street so when i wouldn't of paid my bill he wouldn't catch me. As the driver adjusted the mirror so he could look into my eyes I became uncomfortable. Would I be able to outrun him if I did not pay? They did say white men couldn't run. I assumed that didn't include women. Suddenly I saw we were next to Maplin road, which was just a few minutes from Gladdings. I suddenly darted out of the car and ran for my life and while running could spot the driver storming out of the black cab, trying to chase me as people around him started to help him. All of a sudden pink clouded my senses as I stood outside Gladrags and smiled. I may not get the job, but hey, at least I tried.
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