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Beauty Queen in Tears

one.

It was a little after three PM when I finally woke up, eyes still groggy from the lack of sleep. There was a commotion coming from the kitchen and I honestly regretted accepting Anna's pity in the form of a place to stay. My bare feet hit the floor with a thump and I drug myself into the next room, rubbing my eyes to help them adjust to the sudden brightness. She welcomed me with a smile, her hands fast at work as she mixed something in a porcelain bowl. I glared at her and took a seat at the counter, resting my head against the granite. Anna's brand new couch, although aesthetically pleasing, was crafted all types of wrong. It was way too hard and scratchy if I didn't put a blanket down first. But it was better than sleeping on the street or moving across country to go live with my parents. Anything but that.

"Sydney, wanna help bake cookies?" Anna's cheery voice chirped and I suddenly had the undeniable urge to throw a vase at her.

"No," I murmured, accidentally drooling all over the pristine surface. She sighed but I knew she wasn't angry with me for not offering a helping hand, she knew me well enough to know the answer before it would even leave my lips. "I have to save all my energy so I can go job hunting today." I grimaced at the thought. It was kind of stupid. I wanted money but I didn't want to work for it. "I'm too pretty to work."

Anna scoffed and flicked something at me, the unidentified substance sticking to my cheek. I mewled and swiped at the skin furiously, sticking my tongue out at her. "Don't act like you don't agree with me." I told her getting up to walk around the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and she started yelling, the bowl she held falling safely on to the granite surface. "Get off of me you freak." She whined, trying to elbow me in the face. I only laughed and started pulling on her blonde locks, trying to form a knot. This was a usual occurrence between Anna and I. She was probably one of the only consistent people I had in my life, not to mention she was totally okay with a little play fighting every now and then.

She bit down on my arm and I had no choice but to let her hair go. When I stepped back from her she had a crazy look in her eye and a mischievous grin pasted on her lips. It was creepy to say the least. I sort of expected her to grab a knife from the drawer and stab me to death but instead she just went back to stirring the cookie dough. "You should start at the 7-11 down the street. I know they're hiring." She said, grabbing handfuls of the dough to start forming them into spheres. "But then again you have shit people skills, so."

"Whatever, bitch. Bet you fifty dollars I get a job there."

Anna stopped focusing on what she was doing to shoot me an amused expression. She smirked, "You're on."

I clapped my hands together and walked out of the kitchen yelling, "this is going to be the easiest fifty bucks I have ever earned." I walked over to my suitcase that sat by the coffee table and pulled out my newest pair of Toms because they didn't have any holes in them. I didn't feel like showering because I didn't think it was necessary. One, I didn't smell bad. And two, I didn't look hungover so there was really no point. I did, however, brush my teeth because I wasn't an animal. I was literally out the door in seconds after grabbing my phone and wallet - the first of which was probably going to get cut off if I didn't find a job ASAP.

It was pretty sunny outside, the humid air causing my skin to get sticky in what felt like mere seconds. How depressing. I was probably going to smell like a boys locker room by the time I got to the store. "Wishful thinking, Sydney." I mumbled to myself, running my fingers through my dark locks to make up for the fact that I didn't brush it. I was probably the persona of the word lazy.

I pulled open the door to the 7-11 and swore I could hear a chorus of angels singing. God bless air conditioning. I was immediately greeted by a person behind the counter, Angela was her name. I wasted no time in approaching her. Had it been a week ago and I would've scrounged around the store buying literally anything that looked remotely good. But I was broke and couldn't afford to waste even a dollar. "Hello Angela, I heard that you guys were hiring and wanted to ask if the position was still open."

Angela smiled at me. I couldn't tell if it was a genuine smile or the 'I fucking hate working a customer service job but it pays' smile. I decided it didn't matter. "Yes, we're still looking. I'm actually in charge of hiring. We haven't really gotten any applicants. Are you interested?" She asked, tapping her manicured fingers against the register.

I nodded swiftly, a small laugh leaving my lips at how desperate I was. "Definitely. Is the application online or?"

She shook her head, "No we have an in store one. I can run back and get you one, it'll only take a second."

I watched as she disappeared and looked around the near-empty shop. There were a few people seated around the Taco Bell section (whoever came up with the idea of combining Taco Bell, or any other fast food joint really, with 7-11's was a genius) but other than that there was no one around. Angela came back moments later with the application and a pen. "Here you go, ma'am."

I uttered a quick thanks before scurrying off to the nearest empty table. There were only three pages and the questions were fairly simple. It was only when I got to the previous jobs section that things took a turn for the worse. I felt all kinds of embarrassment at the fact that I was twenty-two years old and have never had a real job before. I guess I just had to make myself look extra good in front of her if I wanted even half of a chance at landing the cashier spot.

I glanced up at the clock when I was done and noticed that only a handful of moments had passed. Either that was a good thing or really bad when it came to applying for a job. I left a lot of sections empty and wondered if that would affect anything. Taking a deep breath I help the sheets of paper and the pen and walked back to the counter, sliding it over to her.

Angela skimmed over it momentarily before saying something about going to the office. Again I was left alone by the counter, yet this time I was nervous. If I didn't get the job or even set up an interview for the job I'd have to put Anna fifty bucks. I didn't even have five bucks. It was a shame. Back at Anna's place I had suitcases filled to the brim with clothes from designers like Givenchy, Marc Jacobs, Vuitton and Versace, yet I only had seventy-nine cents in the bank. And it had nothing to do with the fact that I had a taste for expensive clothing.

I leaned against the counter watching as a group of men entered the store. They were all different heights, lanky, and every inch of them was covered in tattoos - well, except for one of them. He looked like a shrimp and had bare arms. He stuck out like a sore thumb. I had to try my best not to laugh out loud. They approached the counter no sooner than they had walked in, placing a twenty-four pack of Tecate beer and four packs of guacamole Taki chips. I snorted, earning their attentive stares. I picked up a bag of the tortilla chips before setting it back down. "Seriously?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow at them. "This is so stereotypical."

They all laughed, even when I expected them to shank me in the stomach. The tallest one replied first, he was wearing a Harry Potter shirt. I immediately thought he was cool. "Well, we're Mexicans. What do you expect?"

"Hm," I tapped my fingers against my chin. "Does that mean that one of you guys drive that Taco truck outside?"

I honestly did not think they would all look. But they did. And when they realized that I was only kidding they looked disappointed. "You guys are literally making it so easy."

I flicked the case of beer, "Are you guys having a fiesta?"

The shortest one shook his head. "No, we're having what you white folk would call a barbecue."

"Ouch." I cringed playfully. "That was a good one though."

He smiled as if he'd won some sort of battle. It was kind of cute. I was pleased with myself.

Angela came back before he could say anything and rang them up, not even bothering to ID them. The tattoos said enough. After they paid for their stuff they left, not even bothering to say goodbye. It shouldn't have bothered me, but it did. I thought we formed some sort of super cool inter-racial bond? I pouted for a second before getting over it.

"So I've decided to hire you. You're kind of what I'm looking for and you don't look like you're addicted to crystal meth or distribute child pornography." Angela explained, placing both hands on the counter. "Just come in tomorrow around eight AM since it's not busy then and we'll do the paperwork. That sound okay?"

All I could do was nod. Looks like I was going to be fifty bucks richer.

"That sounds amazing. Thank you, really." I said and it was genuine for once. It honestly felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. My biggest concern was going to be solved. Now the only problem was how I was going to get by on minimum wage. Obviously, I had to lower my standards when it came to my lifestyle. But that seemed like something I could handle with Anna on my ass 24/7, or at least until I had enough money to move out.

Angela told me she was going to call me on the number I provided an hour before to remind me. With that said I was out the door and instantly hating San Diego. The group of Mexicans were still in the parking lot and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Still here fellas?" I asked, cocking my head in their direction. "What're you doing, looking for work?"

They broke out into a chorus of ooh's and ah's and I faintly heard a 'that's wrong' before it was smothered by a laugh. "That depends. Are you hiring?" One of them shot back. I didn't even bother to check who it was. I just wanted to get back to Anna's and collect my money. Knowing her though, she probably wouldn't give me the money anyways, but it didn't hurt to try. I pushed open the front door and was literally hit with the scent of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, it was over-whelming and I wanted to cry because I knew I wouldn't be allowed any until they were cool.

"Anna, guess what bitch?" I called out, kicking my shoes off at the door. "You're fifty bucks poorer."

I heard the sound of a cookie sheet hitting the ground, the rattling sound of mettle reverberating off the walls. "Fuck. Seriously, Sydney?"

I just laughed.

Notes

Comments

Great chapter im loving this story a lot

creatures624 creatures624
12/13/16

I just about shit myself when I saw you had updated. This story is so captivating, and from the onset drags readers into its web. I adore this, and I am ecstatic you have decided to continue it. Cannot wait for more!

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12/12/16

I read the first chapter and i really like it and it funny and ill be reading the rest you doing a great job and omg yess the Adelaide Kane is so beautiful she is great actor

creatures624 creatures624
10/26/16

I adore this so far! The thought to detail, such as the relatibility of Sydney's character and her storyline, make the story much more interesting and enjoyable, a quality not always present in online stories. As a result, I am so excited to see how the summary you gave will tie into the story, and I wholly intend to stick around and find out. You have a real piece of art here; can't wait to see your further interpretation of it.

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10/24/16