No POV:

The day started off as normal, Samantha Green went to her boring school, and had a boring day, to add to her boring week. It was like she had been forced to clean her house constantly, which she found boring, and then had to sit through her least favourite subject; English.

Sammi's POV

I wanted nothing more than to be able to go home and lie on my bed and sleep. However, I was snapped back into reality when the bully I had to deal with bumped into me. " What are you doing stupid squirt?" She said. " I don't have time for this Bertha!" I shouted. I tried to walk away but it was futile. "Whet do you think your going... LiTtLe SaMmI?" The way she spat that last part made me cringe. I knew why, a while back when I was about 10, Bertha(Bethany) was one of my friends and we were good friends surprisingly. My nickname was "Little Sammi" and I liked it. However, something happened when a building we were in set on fire, sadly I couldn't find Bethany and the building started to collapse and as I was dragged away I saw her, she seemed angry and as I started to cry she looked and walked away. She was later rescued and ever since then she has despised me. I didn't remember much more than that and so I didn't understand it. By the time I had stopped daydreaming I found I was outside my house. I was confused, but I blamed it on me walking off and being unaware. I unlocked the door and walked in. "Mum! I'm home. Are you home?" I shouted. " I'm here and there is something I need to ask you!" She replied. I walked into the kitchen to find her there, cooking. "What is it?" I asked. "Well, I'm guessing you know that we can't afford to buy you a new car. So if you want a car you need a job, there's a newspaper on the table you can look at. And you can use my car until you can get your own." She said as I picked up the newspaper. There were a bunch of boring jobs such as a janitor, or a taxi driver, but one job caught my eye.

HELP WANTED:
Night Guard wanted to watch over animatronic characters, not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
Call 1-188-FAZ-FAZBEAR

The job looked interesting so I decided to call up. As the phone rang I think about how hard the job could be. It doesn't seem hard at all and so I prepare."Hello?" The man says on the other line. "ummm... Hello I'm here to apply for a job as a night guard." I say slowly. "Well your hired, welcome to the job! Come to the pizzeria when you are ready!" He says before hanging up the phone. "That was easy..." I say out loud as I decide to let the solace called sleep take over me....