its been a while since a good work has come to me, today is weekend yet im still job less and only got a little penny with me. Being a student of a great college is such a blessing and a burden at worst for a student like me but i'm the worst i guess, I've been living alone in X city and have been providing my own needs after my step mom kicked me out of my own freaking house after the day my dad got buried, but that was 2 years ago, so, i have no other choice but to move on.

...i am Angel Salvador, the little miss of Salvador family, but, not anymore. today i am just a no body in this big city....

its already 12:51 pm and still i got nothing, its a good thing if i got friend here but sadly no one wants to be friend with me. later this time i found a strange place near my area and is looking for a part time worker 'should i go?' i as my self and i think im getting insane in no time 'cut the crap, just apply' hahaha my other self spoke again ''well then, Angel Salvador you got this'.

i walk the distance of this strange place and noticed its dark and scary aura that even the clouds are getting darker so i keep blinking my eyes and found that there was nothing strange at all 'maybe its just my imagination' i thought to my self, so i finally get in and found that it was a shop of old paintings but i never mind too much i just go straight to the counter.

''hi, are you still open for a new part timer?'' i ask with a big smile in my beautiful face ' of course i'm beautiful thats why im hoping that it works'

''yeah, your name please?'' the girl in the counter replied and gave me an equal smile but still im more beautiful

''i'm Angel Salvador and here's my bio data'' i replied

''alright, wait a second i'll just inform the owner of this shop to approve you here'' she replied and then walk inside to a small office in this shop.

while waiting i roam my eyes around the shop and its quite nice though, they have a nice spot here and a very clean place, it's just that the paintings and any other antiques are not yet in place and its still lacking of any other materials that a painting shop or a museum should have because this is like a little verssion of a museum but despite of its small place the crowd of cistumers is still much better for a bussiness.

''Angel Salvador'' the girl from the counter called

''yes?'' i replie

''you can start your part time in here next weekend'' she said

''be here at 8:00 am your work will be 8 hours per day'' she added

''alright, thank you, see you next week'' i replied with a big smile 'at last i got a job'

before i could turn to leave i saw a very familliar painting, i went closer to it and i felt a sudden pain in my chest.