i'm a bit tired. really tired. in fact, i suspect i will be posting a new post the moment i wake up tomorrow morning so that this one will vanish to the uncharted depths of my list of past posts.
sleep deprivation does strange things. for instance, i am about to show a small excerpt from an anonymous story of mine. i need, uh, feedback (my English 102 teacher hated this word and i feel immensely guilty using it).
I barely glanced at the shop’s name as I pushed the door open and marched inside. The waft of cool air steeled me for the coming conversation.
The blonde behind the counter started talking before she looked up. “Can I help you?” She turned to flash me a smile, but her expression froze when she realized who I was.
“Yes. I need a job application,” I replied sweetly.
The smile dripped off her face like warm ice cream. “Of course.” Her frosty tone made me smile wickedly: so appropriate in Cold Stone Creamery.
“Thank you,” I purred.
She fished out some papers from behind the counter and slid them over to me. “Can I get you anything to eat while you fill those out?” she asked, clearly trying to salvage a sale.
“No thanks. I think I’ll fill these out at home and bring them in later.”
“Have a good day.” The words had never sounded less sincere.
“Thank you.” I beamed, readjusting my bag—which now held the application—and swept out of the little shop.
First item on my summer to do list: obtain a job at Cold Stone where Jenna Roberts worked. Check.
okay, so, first impressions? are you remotely intrigued/curious? would you read onward? or do i despereately need to read that copy of The First Five Pages that is sitting on my headboard?