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I'm gonna try to write a short story, please be constructive I'd love to continue this. Tell me if you'd like more of this story (I'm not gonna write out a whole story right now, I'll give them in chapters if you're honestly interested) Warning : I'm very sarcastic and I poke fun at certain political candidates (Donald Trump) so uh, trigger warning ?


My day started out normal, I woke up and poured myself a steamy cup of coffee, careful not to get the mug with the large handle and little pug on the front, since my frail hand slides right through it. Today was supposed to be the big day, I my first job interview since high school. Even though I've had some interviews here and there throughout my wild highschool years of straight A's and chess club (I was fun at parties), I never have had a real job. The closest thing might've been weekend janitor jobs at the senior center, but I got fired ever since I accidently tripped over the life support of Mr. Rosalind and had him go into cardiac arrest. Hopefully they don’t do background checks at this new job. I wish I could tell you what it was, but I’m not really sure myself. I saw the ad in the paper and all it had really said was “Looking for bright individuals, no materials needed! Meet at the 79th st. transverse at 10 O’clock sharp! Don’t be late!” For all I know, I’m about be the next feature on the evening news: Chess god brutally murdered with a steak knife. I didn’t really think too much of it, I needed the money and it wasn’t like I had my parents to support me, they left when I was young and I’ve been growing up in the foster system ever since. But sob story over, I have ramen noodles and coke to support me through my thrilling years of college. Anyway, it was only 7 and I had a little bit before I needed to actually get ready. I sipped down the last of my coffee and peered out of my apartment window. Before I forget though, let me tell you about my luxurious apartment. You see, I was discovered at a young age for my incredible chess skills and have been getting a profuse of cash since I was eight and I now own a penthouse in Manhattan. Okay sorry, I actually have a cockroach-infested apartment that runs out of hot water before you even turn on the shower. It’s not too bad though I guess, I mean I still get to live in Manhattan, which was my dream. Maybe a radioactive spider will bite me or something and I can go work at the Daily Bugle instead of whatever this new job is going to be.

It was nine-thirty now and I only had ten minutes before I had to leave. I didn’t exactly know how to prepare myself, so I used my logical reasoning and deduced the best option for me: Netflix and a bag of chips. I figured I could squeeze in the last bit of the episode I fell asleep during last night. Hate me or not I really don’t care, the show is pretty amazing. It’s about this guy who wants to build a wall to prevent certain races of people from entering the country. Funny part is though, he’s trying to run for president! It’s a pretty absurd show but it’s interesting nevertheless.

Okay see the problem with Netflix is that you say you’re going to watch only a little bit, and you’ll stop like a responsible human being and not let it interfere with your priorities. You see, there’s only one problem with that. I have as much self control as a dog chasing a squirrel. In between bites of my second bag of chips I glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:45. What’s the right word for this kind of situation? Oh that’s right, oops. I quickly shut off my TV and and ran out the door, snagging my coat and bag of chips (what did I tell you about priorities?) on the way out. It was already 9:50 now, so that meant I had ten minutes to get to 79th street. If you’ve ever been to Manhattan you know that even traveling by cab it would take over ten minutes to even go a couple blocks due to the intense traffic. I didn’t live terribly far from 79th street transverse, (Authors note: 79th street transverse goes through the park of Manhattan, incase y’all didn’t know) but a cab would still take a pretty long time, and too much time if I wanted to make it there without being tardy. I made some quick mental calculations and started booking it down the sidewalk.


I figured if I ran fast enough I might be able to beat the traffic, especially during rush hour. (I never got that term, it’s always rush hour here) Luckily, I was the best and most athletic kid in gym class back in high school, you see, being so good at chess just gave me the legs of Usain Bolt. Just kidding, about halfway down the block I was already panting and wheezing heavily for air. There was just no way this was going to work.

“CRAP, of course I left my lucky shoes at home!” a voice screeched ahead of me. I let out a more-than-feminine squeal as my heart stopped for a second. I looked to see the cause and ahead I saw a rather short, but reasonably tall and cute girl with curly black hair and freckles dotting her like a new constellation. I stared for a bit until her panicked eyes looked at me and narrowed as if I was the guy who just murdered a puppy. “WHAT exactly do you think you’re looking at?”

“Uh, splah uh-sorry” Did I mention I have great people skills when it comes to girls?

“I’m already late for this dumb interview and I don’t need you messing up my chance for success!” she said, turning on her heels and marching off defiantly.

“Hey w-wait,” I stammered, “you don’t happen to be going to the interview on 79th street, do you?” I barely got the words before she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to face me.

“Maybe, what’s it to you? You going? I thought the paper said bright individuals”

“Hey I am bright! I’ll have you know I’m kind of a big deal in chess” Gosh, I’m an idiot. This girl thinks I’m a total nerd now.

“Hm, real attractive. Catch you later loser! I gotta get to this interview.” she teased and sprinted off. I stood like an idiot before realizing I should probably follow.

I don’t know how but I did it. I made it there with around two minutes to spare, but I think I burned all the calories in my body in the process. There was a small crowd of people, around twenty people aging from around eighteen to thirty-one it seemed. I tried looking in the crowd for the new girl but I didn’t see her. The guy in the front was saying something inaudible but he seemed important. He was rather stocky, sort of built like a wrestler with a large overcoat covering his body. In his left hand he held a big brown suitcase that seemed to have items poking on the sides as if there was too many things inside. In his right hand he held a small dome-shaped object I figured was a bird cage with a large black cloth underneath.

“ALRIGHT FOLKS! Let’s get this show on the road shall we?!” he beamed. He had a rather odd voice for what his body was, rather shrill when I expected something deeper. “I think you’ll all be interested in what this job is, however I can only accept the best and brightest of you, so I’ll be doing a series of challenges until there are only three of you left. This is an important job and I can’t have just any one of you clutzes being apart of it.” Upon these final words he lifted the black cloth and there was a collective gasp within the group followed by a few people actually running away. A familiar voice beside me said “Yup. Definitely should’ve brought my lucky shoes.” After my initial shock I muttered to myself : “This is definitely not a normal job interview.”