My apartment door bangs open a few hours later as I kick the door closed, rush to the couch and reach out for the nearest cushion—a smiley face one—to bury my head in. My tears burn into the soft, comforting fleece. I squeeze it fiercely. It's like a sponge filled with calmness that I can retrieve when I squeeze it. I inhale and exhale loudly. My mind drifts back to the time when I was looking for a job. None of them worked for me. I didn't know what to do. My parents were worried. Finally, I remembered my love of flights. And then I applied for a pilot. And was accepted! It was the best moment of my life. But now...It's all taken away from me. All because of...Chief William. I grope in my pocket for the note he gave me. I was fired. My life is over. I throw my head into my pillow and start crying all over again. s༙྇ I must have fallen asleep, because I'm brought sharply back to Earth when I hear a knock on my door a few hours later. I
ya I'm quitting
