CHAPTER3
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Vera's POV:
"What? "Would you mind repeating that?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Brown, but you're not qualified for this position." However, if there is another opening, we will definitely contact you."
In other words, get your f*****g ass outta here.
I nodded before dragging my legs out of the business. I can see why they would want someone with more experience and a higher level of education. I did, however, graduate from Pandora Academy. I think I'll be able to get the job.
Then again, this is not the first time someone has told me that I am unfit for the post. It's always one of the three reasons. One, I'm too young and inexperienced. Two, because my high school credential is too prestigious, they advise me to go for a higher degree for the sake of my future. Third, my high school diploma is not good enough.
My head hung poorly as I dragged my legs towards the glass door, almost as if I had left a funeral.
I did.
The funeral for my future self
The funeral of a proper lunch
The funeral of acceptance
I did not carpe diem.
I want to crawl back home at times like this, but I'm still too ashamed of myself. My parents asked me two years ago if I was certain I wanted to marry Sam, and I confidently replied, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssss!" only to be separated a year later.
What would they think of me?
Before I return, I want to accomplish at least one thing, such as getting a job.
My parents have always pampered me because they worked their way up from the bottom. They did not become wealthy through the accumulation of generations, but rather by sacrificing their youth and developing a respectable enterprise.
How can I be a proper Brown if I can't even make meaning out of my first name?
"Why are you even hiding from your own family?" I buried my face in my hands. Pride? They've undoubtedly figured out by now that you're divorced. "Just flush that pride down the toilet so you can eat some good steak," I moaned.
I bumped into someone while inhaling a luscious green apple and lemonade. I have always loved that smell. "Sorry, my tears and pride are blocking the path," I said, without looking at the person, and continued heading towards the entrance.
I arrived at the bus stop after going two blocks barefoot since no one cares in the city. I sighed as I gripped the silver rod, which was presumably full of bacteria. When the aroma of freshly cooked hotdogs entered my nose, I burst out laughing like a walrus. My stomach was on the verge of exploding. "I'll get a job and come back for you one day."
I've done odd jobs here and there, but they've always been seasonal. My savings account is currently at an all-time low. I don't want to delve into it until there's an emergency, such as a broken leg or acid pouring on me.
My heels were dangling on my fingertips when the bus arrived. My wild, unruly hair decided I needed to be the lion king today. I took off my coat earlier, and it's now hanging on my shoulders. I probably appear to be a daytime alcoholic.
I lean against the glass and gaze out to San Francisco. I did, in fact, run from New York to San Francisco. I moved across the nation to avoid my ex-husband.
I sighed as I ran my fingertips along the window. "Why?" I ask myself, feeling the bus rock back and forth. "Why me?" I started slamming my head against the glass, disregarding all the strangers' looks.
"Why!" I scream even louder, which makes the baby cry. The mother gave me a deadly look before swaying her infant back and forth.
"The miss at the back," the bus driver announced over the speaker.
Looking around, I notice a single mother with a baby and a man asleep in the corner. Two men were also present, chit-chatting with one another. "Me?"
He looked in the large mirror. "You, yes. "Are you all right?"
A part of me wants to tell him I'm fine and to reassure everyone that I'm not insane or a drug addict. "No! "I'm not fine!" I sobbed, my limbs sagging on the bus seat. "I didn't get the job...again!"
Everyone nods as if they understood my pain. "I understand your struggles," the mother remarked. "I was turned down by over fifty companies before landing my current position." Then I had to leave because of this ungrateful brat." She gently presses her finger against the baby's cheeks, causing him to laugh.
"You're still young," the bus driver said, to which everyone nodded. "Please take your time. Someone will notice your efforts and hire you one day."
I smile, as if the sadness had just vanished into thin air. "Thank you, mister bus driver!"
"Why don't you apply for Vivus?" the mother asked abruptly.
"What's Vivus?"
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