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Sloane had never had a job before. She had babysat back in Texas, but that wasn't generally a steady source of income. This was probably why she was sitting in her car hyperventilating with twenty minutes until three o'clock, when she was scheduled to interview for Le Beau, a little boutique in the town of Beaver about twelve minutes away from Forks. She didn't have any experience with job interviews. She didn't know how to answer questions in a way that sounded favorable towards her skills and assets, and she definitely didn't think she could talk highly of herself without seeming cocky and obnoxious. Brandon had been trying to give her pointers on how to answer some of the basic questions. She could tell them about herself. Sloane Saunders, students at Forks High, moved here from Texas. If they asked why, she could mention guardianship issues. She didn't have to get into the details of her parents and make the interviewer think she was just mentioning it for a sympathy job offer.
The clock read that she had seventeen minutes until her interview.
When Sloane was a kid and she was asked the stereotypical "what do you want to be when you grow up" question that all adults seemed to imprint into their children's heads, she never knew how to answer. While most of her peers said they wanted to be doctors or lawyers or firemen, Sloane had never been able to answer. There was no occupation that had ever stuck out to her. And while most people changed their minds throughout their life and their answer in kindergarten was almost never the same as their answer when graduating college, at least they had ideas. Sloane didn't know what she wanted to be.
"Mom?" she had asked months ago when she and Amy had been sitting in the driveway, taking a break from fixing her broken down junker of a car. "How did you know you wanted to be a nurse when you were younger?" Amy was holding her close as they watched the sunset from the comfort of their own house, the cement underneath their thighs hot but not so uncomfortable that they couldn't bear it. "I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Sarah knows exactly what she wants. She wants to go to Stanford and become an orthodontist. Isaac wants to be a professor. Hannah wants to be a politician. And then there's me, stuck in the middle of all my friends who know what they want to do and I feel like..." Sloane trailed off.
"Like you're lost at sea?" Amy guessed, giving Sloane a comforting smile. "Baby, I never knew I wanted to be a nurse. It wasn't until my sophomore year of college that I knew what I wanted to do."
"But how did you figure it out? I just keep thinking it will come to me and it never does."
Amy was silent for a few moments as she thought about what she wanted to say. "I was a sophomore in college. I was finishing up my general education and the school was hassling me about choosing a major. I was still undeclared." Sloane moved her head so she could look at her mother, orange with the glow of the sun. "I remember I was sitting on a bench at my university, just studying and trying to figure out what I was going to do. A couple of seats down, there was a girl who suddenly started breathing heavily, panting like she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. She was trying to grab something in her backpack, but she couldn't reach it and she was too weak to stretch her arms back far enough. I watched her with this kind of paralyzing fear as she fell over and onto the ground. And then, it was like my feet just caught up with my brain and I was running over to her. She had an inhaler in her backpack she had been trying to get, and I handed it to her. I sat there with her for ten minutes until she thought she was okay to try and get up. Then, she gave me a hug and thanked me." Amy smiled, a sight Sloane had seen many times in her life. It was always one of her favorite things to see. "And right then, I just knew. I wanted to help people. I wanted to be for someone else what I was for that girl. Help."
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