For whatever reason, the town I live in will not accept ‘newcomers’. Which makes life for me a bit harder when I could not fit in if my life depended on it. I moved to Maryville last year because I got transferred to the only bank they had in town. I was told it would be a temporary position while Jessica, the regular teller, was on maternity leave. Here I was almost one year later, still unsure of how long I was going to be in this shitty town. The teller I replaced is the granddaughter of the CFO (or the was it the CEO?) but she kept waffling about whether or not she was going to come back to work.
First it was when her baby was three months old, then six months, then one year. No one will make her make a decision since her grandfather is supposedly important. Now that I have been here almost a year, I thought I would have the town figured out by now, but I don’t. I thought I would have some friends, but I don’t really. All the young people who are close to my age are still suspicious of me. And I think Jessica has a lot to do with it. She stops talking whenever I walk into the room and gives me a sickly sweet smile as she rocks her obnoxious little boy. She was just about to find out how rumors are spread where I come from.