Jessie

Jessie looked across the help wanted ads on a few boards before getting up for a second to stretch. She looked at her uneven die job. The back of her head was bleach blonde while the first four inches of the routes were cooper red. She still had the strong abs, arms and legs from her high school carrier as a gymnast and volleyball player. Sadly there wasn’t enough money in Volleyball scholarships for her to afford college with her family’s finances. She still had no problems getting the attentions of the boys or girls with her 38-26-37 measurements and 34DD bra (when she wore one). She did admit that at 5’10” she was too tall for some guys and the short guys who hit on her for being tall were creepy. She still had the classic pale skin and freckles that accompanies red hair. And looking close at the mirror she had bags under her blue eyes. Jessie looked over the mix of band tee-shirt, skirts, jeans, boots on the floor and sighed. She knew that once she got a job, her father would scream at her to clean the room.

“Let’s see what we got,” Jessie muttered to herself.