No one ever thought much of Amy Brown.

It aggravated her so that on her sixteenth birthday spent in the basement, she knelt on the damp concrete floor and prayed to her fairy godmother to make someone truly see her, and love her.

Her mother stumbled home drunk that night and smacked her around. She hid back in the basement.

The following day at school, Harry Reeves ‘accidentally’ emptied his yoghurt on her bristled sandy hair and she broke out in hives. Everyone in the break hall laughed at her. The humiliation was unbearable.

Maybe her fairy godmother forgot about her or the stories were not true.

At twenty-four, nothing much had changed about Amy. She changed jobs frequently because somehow, the managers always seemed to forget hiring her.

That morning, she just spotted a vacancy for a secretarial position on the internet when the landlady slipped an eviction notice under her door. She was behind on her rent by one week!

She fumed, mumbling to herself as she wore her best dress for the interview, praying once again to her fairy godmother that she would get the job.

Getting to the office, the waiting room was packed with finely dressed and sophisticated ladies. Amy glanced down at her dress and worn shoes. She felt frumpy and unsuited to be among them.

Perhap it was a mistake. She turned to leave when a familiar voice from long ago called her name.

Harry Reeves stood there in a sleek navy-blue suit, one hand tucked into his pocket and the other holding a file. He must be a staff member with the company.

Crap! This was an application for the worst job ever. Her fairy godmother had failed her yet again.

He gazed at her, a mischievous smirk on his face. Did he remember the yoghurt incident? Amy could feel the hives under her skin.

“You are here for the job?” He asked, smiling bodly. His chubby teenage face was now chiselled, lean and attractive.

“It's good to see you.” He motioned towards a tastefully furnished corner office. “Please. Come into my office.”

Good to see you?

Every head in the room turned to her, their brows raising slightly in surprise and quiet curiosity.

Amy straightened her back and smiled as she stepped towards Harry. Finally, someone saw her. She wasn't invisible after all.

Now, everyone could see her.

“application for the worst job”.I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece. It's inspired by the Freewrite #dailyprompt word

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