As I was walked out of my room I was greeted by my newly persistent dad.

"Oh hey dad, nice to see you." I showed him my sarcastic face and briskly walked past him and started down the hall.

"I want you to get a job on the weekends, Ali." He stated another demand.

I heaved a big sigh and didn't protest. With one week till school started I wanted as many excuses to leave the house as I could. "Alright."

He nodded stiffly and muttered something on the lines of 'I'm going to work.'

With my dad gone and my car parked in the drive-way, begging for me to leave, I gave in. I decided to take the chance to look for a job.

I arrived at the mall within fifteen minutes of leaving my house. I slowly made my way into a Chipotle near the entrance, dragging out the process a little.

I walked up to the counter where a young man looked at me briefly. "Can I help you?" He asked, rolling a burrito out.

"Um, are you hiring?" I asked, edging toward the counter more.

"No... sorry. I hear Wendy's is though." I pursed my lips in response and walked out to find a Wendy's. I found one on the opposite side of the mall. My legs ached from walking and I could feel myself getting more tired by the second.

I walked into the Wendy's with as much energy of a sloth, but putting on a smile when I'd walked up to the counter for the chance of maybe getting hired.

"Hi, can I help you?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"Yeah..." I breathed. "Are you, uh, hiring?"

"Yes we are! There's applications over there by the ketch-up." She smiled brightly and I saw a bit of her magenta lipstick on her tooth. I wanted to puke.

"Thanks so much." I muttered in a half whisper.

I snatched a copy of an application and folded it up in my hands before walking out. "Thanks again." I hollered back to the woman at the desk.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." I could still picture that lipstick on her tooth.

I dialed Michael's number immediately.

"Guess who's applying for a job?" I yelled into the phone. I could heart Michael laugh at the other end.