End of an era

Urgh I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm. "darn why wont it turn off" I said. I hated going to work. I hated seeing those snobby rich kids spit on the floor and sweat all over it. It is now 8:30am and I know I'm late. I quickly grabbed the slide of bread that was on the counter and walked over to my father who was up early looking out the window. "Papa, I'm leaving. I'll see you at 5", I quickly ran out the door followed by an "I love you". I dont understand why he is obsessed with that window. it's not 10:30 and I know I'll work overtime for being late. I hate it here. "Rocky!!!, is this the time to come to work?! I've had it with you. You're fired! Grab your stuff and get out" my boss said. " can I at least get another chance?! this is all I have. I have to feed both me and my papa. please give me another chance I bed you" , I cried. "OUT!!", he yelled.

Gosh now what?!! I'm already behind this months rent and we've already been eating bread for the past 8 days!!! Now I gotta go home and face papa with this. No! I cant. I just have to go home and hopefully look for another job tomorrow.