Mystery • Jul 12, 2024 • 4 min read

The Interview (part 1)

, ! ‘Maria!’ Velma screamed and I just had to wake up, and I asked ‘oh my gosh Velma, what is it?’AND SHE asked ‘Uh duh? Isn’t it clear enough? Your interview!’ immediately I sat up in bed and shrieked ‘oh my god! I’m late for my interview’ I took my bathe wore my most official dress, made and ate dry toast and of I was on the road to the office of my [hope to Be] employer, WHEN I stumbled upon a little girl, about 3-4 years old sitting By the road pleading with people passing along the road for food and I couldn’t refuse the urge to help, and so I went across the street to get a hotdog for this girl and when I came back the strangest thing happened, I gave this little girl the hotdog and she immediately became a hag! And immediately snatched the hotdog out of my hand and said ‘I’m getting tired of this helping business, Mary better pay up’ and just walked away like nothing happened, but when I heard that ‘Mary’ I don’t know why but I just remembered my mum. Any way I didn’t get the job because I was late for the interview ‘/‘You know Maria I’m finding it very hard to believe this story…’’ Velma said ‘’I’m telling you Velma she was talking about mum’’ I interrupted ‘’hmm… I don’t know Maria but we needed that money for rent’’ Velma said, not knowing what else to say about my narration. My mum was a vet and she loved animals and most of all she loved me [well, and maybe a little love to my sister –Velma too], but she had a car accident . I miss her so much but she’s gone now, she died when I was 11 years old and now I’m 9 years older than that but I still feel the vacuum in my heart. Sometimes-I know this might sound weird, but it’s like I feel her spirit around me, just protecting me-but you can’t give my sister [who by the way is 5 years older than me] any of that rap ‘