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Jocelyn's POV
"Today has to be a great day. I can feel it," I whisper to myself as I jump down from my bed and head out to the bathroom to shower.
When I'm done, I pick a blue ruffled gown from the wardrobe and straighten it. If I'm to go out to search for jobs again, then I have to look very presentable.
I knew I was not expecting any replies from the jobs I applied for, but I still wanted to be sure, so I reached out for my phone and scrolled through my email. Still no replies. I would not let anything spoil my joy today, and I had to brush it off quickly.
I quickly applied a bit of lipgloss and said my regular morning prayer before heading out. I walked by Jane's house and saw her doing some gardening. I waved her goodbye and continued walking down to a smoothie shop.
I didn't want to have too much to eat this morning, so that a smoothie would help me. I got to the shop, placed my order for the smoothie, and decided to sit at the shop for a while and scroll through my phone to see if I would see any opportunities.
I opened my phone, immediately distracted by my lock screen picture. It was a picture of my mum at the beach and me.
I remembered that day so well. That was when things were still going on well between us until she brought that man that calls himself my stepfather into the picture. My mum no longer had time for me again immediately after he came into our lives. I can understand that maybe she was deeply in love with him but does that mean she had to forsake her only daughter.
Staring at the picture brought many memories, and I was tempted to reach out to her, but I shoved the idea. I scrolled through some job opportunities websites, but I couldn't find any suitable job.
I was about to go back to find out when my smoothie had not yet arrived when a man approached me with my order.
"Thank you," I said to him as I took a sip from the smoothie.
I glanced at the smoothie shop, and to be honest. It had a very great view. I looked down at myself, and I looked pretty today. I styled my hair differently, and it made me look unique.
"I should take some pictures," I thought to myself.
I didn't even have to think about whether or not to take the pictures. I didn't need anyone to assure me of how pretty I looked, so I brought out my phone again and took some mad images.
I kept scrolling through the pictures I had taken while sipping my smoothie. I kept admiring myself and felt I should not be the only one to see these pictures.
It had been a while since I had posted anything on my i********: page. I should post these. At least it will let people know that I'm still alive and doing just fine.
Not up to 5 minutes after I posted the picture, I received a notification from i********:. One person had already liked my photo. I opened it to check who it was and it was Jessica. I smiled to myself when I saw that she had also commented on my picture. I liked her comment and put my phone down.
Jessica was my perfect friend in school. We used to do everything together, and we were fond of each other.
However, she had to move to another city after graduating because her father had already secured a place for her to work there. She was fortunate, unlike me, that she had to be working my ass off to look for a job, all to no avail.
I went back to check another website to see if I would know of any job opportunities. I was still scrolling through when an ad popped up. It was advertising an app called 'Tinder."
I've heard a lot about this app, but I have never for once tried it. I heard you could find hot guys on the app and go out with them. I was bored, and I needed something to do. I searched on all the websites I knew of to find a job, but I couldn't find any.
"Maybe I should try out the app," I thought.
My life has become a bit boring. The only thing I thought about was looking for a job, and my life revolves around just this one thing, and it was becoming suffocating. I needed some fun.
After my boyfriend broke my heart, I had a hard time falling in love again. What he did put me off balance, and I told myself I would never have anything to do with any hit again.
Also, what I experienced from my stepfather gave me a wrong impression about boys, and I swore that I would altogether avoid boys. I never believed I would ever think of getting on a dating app until today. It won't be wrong to try out something new. I'm sure I can give some guys another trial in my life.
Without wasting too much time, I installed the app and created an account on it. I used one of the pictures I had just taken as my profile picture. In no time, I was done setting up my account, and some guys' profiles popped up, and I was shown how to use the app.
"Mmm, nice," I said to myself as I scrolled through some profiles.
No one seemed to match the kind of person I liked and wanted. I almost wanted to give up on my search when I saw this profile of a good-looking guy. He was dark and a bit muscular, he had beards, and he was very handsome. I decided to connect with him.
I texted him, and in no time, he replied. We got talking, and he seemed pretty cool until he made a very nasty comment. From the word, one could immediately tell that he was a p*****t and a Playboy, and I didn't have time for that kind of person. I dropped my phone on the table and shook my head in disappointment.
"This was a mistake," I blurted out, and I immediately picked up my phone and deleted my account from the app, and uninstalled the app from my phone.
It was lovely trying out something new, at least now I knew how the app worked, and I won't be lost if someone asked me any questions.
One thing I loved about myself was that I liked trying out new things. From when I was little, I was always fascinated by new things—going to new places, trying out fresh meals, and other things.
I looked at my smoothie and realized I had only a little left. I stopped the remaining contents and placed the empty cup on the table. I didn't have the strength again to look for any job. I had woken up this morning feeling ready and energized to look for a job, but it felt like they sipped the energy away from me.
It had been a while since I prepared something nice for myself to eat. I looked into my purse and saw I had some money there. I couldn't hold myself again. I needed to eat something good.
I got up and paid for my smoothie. Then I took a cab to the nearest supermarket to get some things to prepare something nice to eat.
Once I was done with my shopping, I took a taxi home so I could start preparing the food. I placed the things I had bought on the kitchen counter and headed to the bathroom to refresh and change into something more comfortable.
When I was done, I started preparing the things I bought when I heard my phone ring. I rushed out of the kitchen and searched for the phone in my bag. I brought it out and wondered who was calling because the number was not saved.
"Hello," I said, and immediately the person responded. From the voice, I could tell it was a female, and the voice sounded very familiar.
"Jocelyn, it's me, Jessica," Jessica said from the phone.
"Wow, Jessica. It's been a while," I responded.
I began to wonder how she got my number and then I remembered I had given it to her a few months back and she has not called ever since then. She apologized for not reaching out since and said she had been busy with work.
We talked for a while, and she told me how much she had achieved in her new country. I was genuinely happy for her, but it made me feel down somehow. I had nothing to show since I graduated, and she had already accomplished so much just from this little time.
We talked about so many things, and then we ended the call. I placed my phone on my bed and began thinking of my life. I had almost finished the savings that I had, and I still have not gotten any job.
I didn't know how I would cope when my money finally finished. Maybe I should not have left my mother's house, then I would have still had my savings, and I won't be thinking this much.
"Adulthood is a scam, the highest one at it!"
She failed me as a mother. That is all I know, and I believe that somehow I will come out of this mess. I sighed heavily.
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