Submission

3:15am, my alarm buzzed and buzzes as always. I lazily left my pinky fluffy bed for my bathroom. My sleepy eyes caught a sight of something, lol, it's me, just my reflection on my mirror. My blondes were so messy like I fell into a trash bin, my ' bluey ' printed nightwear is so damn rumpled, OMG,I'm a big mess. I know, I know, I'm late, it's a Sunday, I know again no one goes to work on a Sunday, I just have to pick up some files cause I'm having a week off. I just turned 22, precisely last Saturday. Em.....my is a story about me being less miserable to f*****g hunted, party mood. What're you looking at?, I'm shower, get out!!. This is my best season of the year, Winter. I picked my coffee cup and keys to my car, of course i do have a license, comon!!! Reaching the office after a five miles drive from home. Hoping to meet the office deserted as usual being so disappointed, someone's here, I felt my heart skip a beat. Was I scared?, oh yes I am, maybe a business issues with my boss or some girl brought her boyfriend here to hangout. Okay, I'm getting real scared right now. I'm so not entering here. my tiny ember eyes sighted my boss's car, now I'm a little calm, taking steps to my cubicle. I heard my name from a quite familiar voice, not like I know it so well, it's my boss. What's my unnecessary mistake this time, it's a Sunday, nigga, what's his stress, ahhh. I entered the man's office, really surprised that it wasn't actually my boss, his son, how disrespectful of him, I'm a senior to that guy, lol, by an hour. besides what does he want from me. " Hey Miss Cassandra". "Hello, Frank, any problem?", I just tried to be nice not like I wanted to. "Yes there's". okay now I'm panicking again. "My dad sent me to hand you this". He said sliding the envelope to my opposite position. "what's this?", I asked a little irritated by all this sort of suspense he's keeping me on. I just wanted him to go straight to him damn point. "Your sack letter", he blunted out without mercy. I bet you it hurt me so hard i could only stare at Frank like I heard about my late parents. This is a good birthday present for me. Reasons for my sack letter, I eventually got none. I arrived home with tears in my eyes. Frank and his dad are so awful, this job was my only means of survival. My phone buzzed, I knew it was Frank sending me messages, I won't even dare to... I'm broken, I'm sad, how'll console me, I'm just a lone Wolf, no friends, no family, just me in Los Angeles, trying to find a good life for myself.