I waited for my turn to speech in front of the crowd. I was really nervous when lots of people pay attention to me. I was graduating from school and I promised my family that I will right my own speech when I was thirteen. And guess what, I did it. I hated myself right now. I didn't want to make this speech in front of everyone! Then I hear the man say?" Now our trusted student, Josh Marco!" That's my name. I slowly walk up the pew and on the stage. I tried my best to hide my fear from everyone that was focusing on me. The guy that announced my name gave my the microphone."Good luck to ya kid." He whispers winking at me. I smile sarcastically and he walked away."Um hi everybody. I'm really thankful to see you here today." I say in a calm voice.

The speech I thought lasted for hours, but it was actually a few minutes. My Mom was swelling up in tears for some reason."I'm so proud of you Josh!" She says hugging me. Dad gives me a handshake and says,"Good job buddy." I say thanks."Hey you need to get a job." Dad adds." I'll figure it out" I say. Mom took way too many pictures of me. She said that it kept memories. For me it kept nightmares. Finally she took the 75th picture. I was so relieved and exhausted.

I finally met my first college, it was called USUA College. I grab the door knob and twist it. The door slides open and what stood in front of me was a lady on a counter. She was typing rapidly on the computer. I walk over to the counter and ask the lady," Um, do you know where my room is?"," Second floor, on room 16."She says impatiently. I walk to the elevator not far from me. I push the button on the other side of the elevator. It took about ten seconds for the elevator doors to open. I walk inside and push the button that lead to the second floor. I fell the elevator shoot upwards. I watch the small square that shows what floor I am located in. I see it turn to the number 1 then 2. There was a loud beeping sound. I figured that that sound meant that I reached my floor. The two doors of the elevator slide open. I walk out of the elevator and start walking down the hall looking at the door numbers. I eventually reached my room. I am a little excited to meet my room mate. I twist the door knob and the door creaks open. There stood my room mate. He couldn't see me yet because he had his earphones in, listening to music. I sneak over to him. I was right there next to him. He was reading a book I couldn't see the title of it. I then scream,"GAA!" The guy throws his book at me, which barely misses me. He jumps and falls off the bed on top of me. I bursts out laughing. He seemed to laugh also."This guy is a really good friend." I thought. "Aw man you got me good!" He says. "Thanks."I say. "So didn't catch your name? I ask."Jackson Crooks, but people call me Jack." He replies." Ok cool." I say."My name is Josh Marco." We both shake hands." Well I better get to sleep, we have a lot of work tomorrow."Jack says."Yea your right..
Hey do you have a magazine.?" I ask."I need one because I need to find a job."Yea sure I do."Jack says. He sticks his hand under his bed and shuffles through all kinds of junk. His hand stops on something and he pulls out a magazine."Thanks." I say." No problem." He says plugging his earphones back in his ears. I put my stuff down on the floor and take my blanket, pillow, red pen, and my flashlight out and crawl up in the top bunk. I pull the covers up to my chest I turn on my flash light and started scrolling down the page looking for a job. McDonald's naaa, a car factory naaa. I kept passing up every job, I didn't think I was even going to get a job until I stopped at one. The name was Freddy Fazbears Pizza and at the bottom of the words it said,"A magical place where kids and grownups alike." I used to love that place when I was a little child. It says help wanted security guard. Your responsibility is to check on cameras and make sure nothing goes wrong or nobody breaks in."That's an easy job." I say. Then I see the money, it said 120$ a week. I then look at the side of the page and my eyes bulged out of my head. There stood a picture of Foxy. It was in black and white and there was blood and gore dripping from his mouth and at the bottom of the picture it labeled,"The Bite Of 1987." I couldn't believe my eyes. My favorite character had actually bitten someone. I couldn't get over this. I am really sorry to whoever had to face that kind of pain. I circle it with my red pen. It is an easy job. All I had to do is sit and watch cameras, I mean what can possibly go wrong?