The Millionaire's Tears

The Millionaire's Tears

  • Submitted By: uzi10
  • Date Submitted: 10/19/2010 5:05 AM
  • Category: English
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Millionaire’s tear

The cloudless dark night sky was exquisite with tiny bright stars that always caught my eye. Well for the past few days at least. It’s amazing. I’ve never experienced the sky like this before...
I had just woken up and the room felt blue, like it always had but this time I got chills down my spine. It had never happened to me before and somehow I felt uncomfortable being in the room, I went over to draw the curtains and the bright light hit the top of my eyelids causing them to close in a fraction of a second. It’s nine o’clock. I ran out of the room and went to get ready for my job interview. As I stepped out of the house I felt chills run down my spine again, I didn’t like it.
Thank god, I made it on time for my job interview in fact I was exactly nine minutes early, you know what they say, never be late or you’ll never get it. This could be it. This could be the day I get my life back on track. No more cold water, no more phone calls about rent and no more worrying about the bills. This is going to be the new me. I sat there in the cosy red chair with metal handlebars and metal feet the ones in the shape of a “u”. This was the first time in a long time I felt relaxed and confident about looking forward to my new job as an air hostess. It had been around 20 minutes now since I arrived, there was no sign of the interviewer. Five more minutes had passed by and then I saw a tall figure walk towards me, it was the interviewer and he looked quite concerned: “I’m sorry did you not get the letter? The place has already been filled in.”
I couldn’t believe it. One thing I felt confident about and I didn’t even get interviewed let alone the job. My luck couldn’t get any better. So I headed home and I could see the clouds getting darker and covering the sky so not a single area of blue could be seen, the noise of engines revving and people talking on their phones as if they were doing it on purpose trying to drill it into my head that I’d never be...

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