Morning, shoppers!
Another year, another non-acceptance for my novel manuscript…you know what that means? The tradition continues!
For new BD/WD readers, welcome to Target. P.J., our star cashier, is ready to help you with your purchase!
Target employees and disgruntled shoppers will love this. If you want more context on the protagonist, P.J., read the story, Punks Like Us, on Rejection Letters.
Stay hydrated, don’t get into fights, and wear a mask.
The day finally came. I woke up around 3 AM and got the fastest shower I could. My body felt like static pulsing through my limbs and organs. I swiped my clothes hanging off the table and crept through the hall. I heard Heather rustling around as the floor creaked outside her bed. I showered swiftly and threw on my uniform and coat. The road was pitch black as I bounded the stairs. Only one streetlight was on, like a ghastly wanderer waiting to take me into the belly of the beast.
The earliest bus was in ten minutes and I jogged as far as my tired lungs could handle. As a movie, my final step was leaping over a pothole and landing within feet of the bus. The driver grimaced, asking why I was rushing. I told him that today was the worst day of the year, wheezing with every word. I sat in the back row for the first time in a long time. I scrolled through a few missed messages from my mom. I didn’t answer any of her messages. She made a plate for me and was keeping it for me and everything. Then, there was Heather wishing me good luck. I replied to it and put the ringer on silent. The day was not meant for phones.
ty <3 :)
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