"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.
"s**t!" 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 sur
