As I got home, I immediately took off my shoes—using only my feet—at the doorway. I walked past the living room, kitchen, dining room, and my aunt's room, heading straight for my room. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, only to throw my purse somewhere in my room and jumped face first on my bed.

I had let out a deep sigh of relief, still hearing the loud music from my earbuds blast in my ears. I turned off the music and took out my earbuds, looking around my room to see that everything was intact and left the same way it had been all the time.

My room was pretty decent. There was a TV that hung on the wall, a window big enough to view the beautiful scenery outside, a purple bean bag near the window, a standing body mirror in the corner, a small closet that seemed to hold a lot of clothes that I had, and, of course, a bed. It still looked the same way it had ever since I was twelve. Of course, I had made a few changes over the years, but that just consisted of changing things around, adding bits of items that I bought, and nothing else.

I turned my body around to face the ceiling and stared up at it. Though I was happy that I've lost my job, I still didn't like the outcome that would happen because it would all be my fault... To my aunt, of course.

For me, getting fired from my job only meant that I would have to take the blame—all of it! I know, I probably sounded crazy right now, but hey, didn't the person, who had fired me, have to take at least a bit of the blame? I mean, they're the one who didn't listen to a word I tried to say! And yeah, I'm talking about Adele.

In conclusion of what I was talking about, my aunt was going to come home and probably raise hell for what I was going to tell her. Then, she'd throw a list of numbers of jobs I'd have to call. Oh, and let me tell you, she'd literally watch me make all the calls, even if it meant missing a few days from work.

I was starting to think that waiting a few days to tell her about me getting fired, would be a good idea... But, on the other hand, that would be a bad idea because she'd notice that I was not getting ready to leave home to go to work and then she'd get suspicious. Yeah, suspicious...

I got up from my bed, leaving my room to head straight for the kitchen. I roamed through the cabinets to find that there were some chips, popcorn, and yeah—that's basically it. One of us really needed to go grocery shopping, but we all know who that was not going to be—

Me.

I took down the box of popcorn from the cabinet and opened it to find that there were only two bags of popcorn left. I sighed and took one out to pop it in the microwave. It popped and I had put it in a bowl, some of it falling out onto the counter and floor, but I didn't bother to pick it up. I just headed straight back for my room.

I turned on the TV and changed the channels from one to another until finally, I found a channel that was showing Pocahontas, but the ending. I've watched this movie probably a million times and still, I couldn't seem to stop myself from crying, even when I only caught the ending.

I shoved popcorn into my mouth when John Smith took the shot for Pocahontas' father and I tried to hold the tears in. Then there was the part where John Smith had to leave and everyone looked sad, so I took it upon myself to look sad too and a tear slipped down my cheek. They kissed and then I just lost it and cried.

Chloe, you need to stop, I told myself. It's just a movie.

A movie my ass! This has a whole heck of a history behind it! I countered with myself and whimpered, more tears streaming down my face.

I wiped away the tears from my face as the movie ended and got ready for another movie called, Beauty and the Beast. Now, this was another movie I cried a lot for, too.

I sat criss-cross on my bed, against the headboard when I heard my name being yelled out by the one and only, my aunt.

"Chloe!" she said in a cheerful voice, and I quickly got up from my bed, leaving my room.

"Janet..." I said and grinned at her nervously, holding the bowl of popcorn in my hands.

"You look pretty nervous," she said, standing in the living room. "Do you need to talk about something? Why are you still wearing your work clothes?"

I looked down at myself, noticing that I had not changed out of my work clothes. I must have been lost deep in my thoughts to even think about getting some things done. Oh, and let's not forget about the popcorn and movies; I had completely lost myself there.

"Actually, I do need to talk to you about something..." I said and walked to the kitchen to set the bowl of popcorn down on the counter and walked back out.

"Sit with me on the couch," she said, taking a seat on a couch and I went to sit next to her. "Now, tell me what it is you need to talk about?"

I so didn't want to ruin the little moment that she was having. The small smile on her face as she looked at me brightly with her middle-aged eyes told me that if someone was to make her feel the opposite, they would have to prepare themselves.

But still, I decided to just rip the band-aid off.

"Janet," I said and tried not to make eye contact with her, not wanting to see as her eyes changed from bright to something worse, "I got fired."

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A/N:

Hey, hi! This is chapter 2! Yayyy!!

My school has officially started today and I'm already not liking it oof.

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