Paperback Writer {George Harrison}

You rolled over and hit the snooze bar on your alarm clock, for the fifteenth time. After a few minutes you decided to you should probably get up and look for work. You lost your job a week ago, being tired of having to be polite to VERY rude clients, and chewing out every other customer, your boss fired you. You relaxed for a week after that, but seeing that your money was running low, you knew you had to look for a new job. Beside, you thought, if you got bored, you could go to a nearby cafe with your friends, Julia, Michelle, and Olivia.
Truth be told, you got tired of looking for a job after the first three interviews. It was already two in the afternoon, so you called your friends at a phone booth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You need to take getting a job seriously," Michelle said, at the cafe after you all ordered your coffee. She was always trying to make people perfect. To tell the truth, you were always easily annoyed by her.

"Look, it's only been a week, people go months, even years without jobs. Besides, what are you my mother?" You defended yourself.

"Hey, money doesn't last, before you know it, you'll be living on the streets like a hobo, or worse, working at a stripper club, making money only by having affairs with random creepy guys, you don't even know!"

"Oh my god, you are so annoying! Look I'll be fine! It's not like I'm never going to get a job again! I'm just enjoying my short vacation, before I run into some new career!"

"Well maybe if you didn't snap at all your clients, you wouldn't be in this mess, right Olivia?"

"Um, well, you could have been a little nicer," Olivia said cautiously. She never liked to get in fights, but always seemed to take Michelle's side.

"You are worse than my mother!" I nearly yelled, we were starting to draw attention.

"Well, I would think that'd be pretty hard, considering your mother got pregnant at 16, was always drunk, or high half the time, got money by stripping in front of people, and would have sold you to buy more pot, but hey, like mother like daughter." Michelle said slyly. She had crossed the line, a line she had never seemed to see.

"Okay that was uncalled for!!" Julia screamed, she, luckily always took your side.

"I'm just saying, she should get a job, before she winds up like her mother! At least the youngest she can get pregnant at is 21!" Michelle yelled back. You were all 21.

"You just leave my mother out of this! She had nothing to do with it!" You screamed at her.

"Then get job! Or would you rather live like drunk thug!"

You all started fighting and screaming at each other like crazy. Eventually, the manager threatened you to leave, or have him call the cops.

"Fine we're leaving," Michelle spat, "Let's go Olivia.

"Look, Julia, Michelle is right, you should maybe try a little harder with getting a job," Olivia said before scampering off after Michelle.

"Let's go Lucy," Julia said, glaring at them.

The four of you were fighting a lot recently, and you hated it. You would always end up paired in the same teams, Michelle and Olivia, and you and Julia. You could tell that before long, you would probably stop being friends with Michelle and Olivia, as much as you hated the thought.