The moment after I woke up I headed straight to my bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and then told myself that "It was just a dream there's nothing to worry about it". Then I freshened up myself and got ready for going to school. When I was 14 years old my father died and now I'm 17 years. From then to now my mother has raised me up all by herself and she still does. So, I decided from now on I am going to do a part time job, and make my own money. I got to my school and did all the classes and went out of the school looking for a job.
I wandered in the street looking for a job and finally for God's sake! I got a part time job in a convenience store. The manager of the store was a little sulky but I thought it was okay. I went back to my home. I was pretty happy about my job. I laid at my couch very exhaustedly and then thought that, now that I have gotten my job I can easily move to a new house I can't stay at this crap house like this anymore. And with that being said I slept at my couch very comfortably for the entire night.
To be continued....