Yesterday went by pretty quick nothing good happened just the girls being jerks again but it was finally Saturday. I woke up around 8 and went into the bathroom and started getting ready. I brushed my teeth while humming a song. I love singing it's always been one of my favorite things to do. but I only do it when I'm alone or sad. The boys know I like to and always try to get me to sing but I never do. It's too intimidating for me. I then put my hair up in a ponytail and only put mascara and eye shadow on. My brothers always hated when I put make up on but I had to look nice for a job interview and I couldn't look too much like a greaser but I also couldn't look to much like a soc or else they would think I get in gang fights. I mean I know I do but I just have to look normal for now. Normally if you're middle class you got to choose where you wanted to be. Most of them wanted to be soc but the ones that chose to be greasers are pretty cool. I wore a white shirt with regular jeans and a green regular jacket. I grabbed yesterday paper and went through the open jobs section. There were diners that needed waitresses or cooks or bakeries ,just other places like at the mall to. I definitely didn't want to be a waitress but what choice do I have. I'm gonna have to try every place there is. Just then Soda walked in. "Morning what u doin?" He asked curiously. "Hey Soda I'm gonna go to the... Um you know what's it called? The movies and go shopping for a little bit I'll be back later."
"Well why don't you take one of the gang members."
"Na I just need some girl time today." I smiled.
"Since when" he giggled. I just shrugged.
"Alright but don't be gone to long alright?" He smiled getting coffee. I just smiled and ran off with the paper in my pocket.

3 diners- either to Young or place was takin
2 Bakery-grades weren't good enough and too young
5 mall jobs-spot takin,too young,not the right fit, or grades
Machanic shop- I was a girl
2 Ice cream parlor- grades
Babysitting-too many hours and hate kids
I was tired and already giving up. I walked inside a restaurant to grab a bite to eat. It was already 2:45. They were having some kind of audition for singing and stand up comedy. "Hey Miss are you here for the auditions?" This guy asked with a New York accent. I thought about it. I haven't sang in forever and I'm not even good. Just don't waste there time. I shook my head no. "Then get out" he said sitting back down.
I walked out still feeling down. Well what's the worst that could happen if I do the audition. I mean if I don't get over my fear we might lose the house. I gotta at least try.