(hi tysm for reading. vote if it is to your heart's desire, a good thanks to you
this chapter might seem a little all over the place, and for that i am sorry T_T)
I was, as my uncle promised, fucking done.
He rarely showed up as it was, but now he was gone for nearly a week at a time, only coming back when either I was asleep or about to go to school. Which you will never hear me complain about.
"Extra shifts?" Mrs. Yang said, frowning at me. She pushed her glasses up her nose, frowning. "Why?"
"Uh, saving up," I said. "For a new laptop."
She hummed, turning around to continue wiping the counters. "The only open shift I have for you is on Fridays."
"When does that start?"
"Four to seven."
Haru tutored me then. I pursed my lips.
"What about after?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Filled. Only one is that one." Mrs. Yang dusted her hands off, tossing the rag into the bucket at her feet. She gestured for me to take it and follow her from the front to the back kitchens. "You planning on college now, hm?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Sorry, ma'am."
She sighed. "Ya," she said. "You go to school for a reason."
"Maybe next year," I replied, setting the bucket down by the sink. As of right now, college was the last thing on my mind. At the rate I was going, I just wanted to eat something other than tangerines and peanut butter sandwiches.
One of the cooks—Mrs. Yang's husband, Mr. Yang—frowned down at me. "Still no college? Maia said you were considering."
"Sorry, sir," I replied. "You'll be stuck with me for the rest of the year, at least."
He mumbled something at that before returning to the grills. I gave a grin at Mrs. Yang.
"I'll...I'll be here Friday," I said with a nod. "Thanks."
She patted my shoulder. "Save up for college."
"Maybe one day."
She just sighed.
But in terms of more pressing matters.
I slumped over the booth table in front of Maia, who had been scrolling away on her phone during the better half of her lunch break, until I couldn't stand it anymore.
She wasn't talking to me since I abandoned her in that Uber with Rae, which she promptly called the 'worst Uber experience of her life' because Jesus Christ, Angel, have you ever been in an Uber with a drunk ape before because that was exactly what you put me through for that ride, you asshole.
"Oh?" she said, not looking at me. "Have you finally decided to apologize for abandoning me?"
"I already apologized."
"Well, apologize more, because I'm still scarred by Rae trying to eat an iPhone charger."
I said, "You were right."
That got her attention. She peered out from behind her phone, black bangs swishing over her brows and a glint in her eyes. "Oh?"
I lifted myself up to sit down across from her. Maia waited as I leaned forward.
"You were right," I repeated.
"You'll have to be more specific," she said, placing her phone down. "I'm right about a lot of things."
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Suicide Buddies
Novela Juvenil"My mother once told me there are three, and only three, truly defining moments in your life. One: When you don't know. Two: When you realize you don't know. Three: When you know. This is about the third one." --- Angel Young is going to die. Or at...
