Chapter 1
Working for a living sucks.
Learning this tidbit about Life was something I learned my first week of being in a workforce.
I hated it.
I know that I'm attractive, with my long blonde hair, big turquoise eyes, long eyelashes, and athletic build. I know I catch the attention of too many people for my own personal taste, but honestly I didn't mind. In fact, I learned how to use this to my advantage, which is how I ended up with my first job at the tender age of 15. I won't say it's much, I'm definitely not CEO material, but it did allow me to do and buy nice things for my family when the occasion arises.
Let me back step a hot minute.
My name is Allina. I'm approaching the start of my junior year of high school. I had been playing varsity sports since before my first day of high school, which had been a struggle as the first underclassman to make starting varsity for any sport in about ten years. As a favor to my parents (and also to my spending), I got a job during the summer between the end of my sophomore year and beginning of my junior year. As it turns out, I really liked it. I could interact with people, there was always something to keep my busy during the slower hours of the shift, and at the end of the day I always had money that I had earned during my shifts in my wallet. I liked my coworkers. I liked that I wasn't being bothered by my mom to do my sibling's chores because they were "too little".
What I didn't know was that work would cause my ultimate hatred.
