Job

**** was out, as was Love and Natural for obvious reasons. I didn't even spare Slut a second glance, the mere thought of sex made my pussy twinge in pain. That left Birthday, Name, Pride, Flip, Unseen, Unknown, Known, and Job. My eye lingered on the Job sheet, and I carefully took it in one hand.

Unlike many of the other stickers that came in numbers ranging from twenty to fifty per sheet, Job had four stickers on its sheet total. Each was about the size of the palm of my hand. I flipped the sheet over and saw printed instructions on the back of it, which was odd. The other sheets came with no instructions, least of all ones that rhymed.

'Writer the job you seek in the space, and your interview you will ace!'

Terribly written rhyme, but the intent seemed clear. Any job I wanted, I could writer it down and it would become mine. If it worked like the Natural sticker, then it was likely everyone would assume that I was qualified for the job too. That was... a lot of power in one sticker. What was to stop me from writing 'President of the United States' on there?

Good god, that was a level of power and responsibility I wanted nothing to do with. But, it did get me thinking. The end of my academic career was coming, and with it my college career was on the way. I honestly had no idea what I was going to do in college, as surviving Winslow had been my top priority. Now I had the means to skip that bullshit and drop straight into whatever career I wanted.

I thought for a moment on what I wanted to do for a living, what I could really sink my teeth into. Something I'd enjoy, that would be interesting and unique. A few minutes earlier I'd have probably put 'fuck slut' or 'breeder' or something equally perverted. Thankfully, my libido was crying in the corner at the moment, so brighter minds prevailed.

I didn't want to rule Brockton Bay, but it was my home and I did want to make it better. This city had done terrible things to the people that lived in it. It was about time someone new jumped to the top with no baggage slowing them down.

With my mind set, I grabbed a pencil from my desk scribbled my chosen career onto the Job sticker.