First off I will just like to complain and say I hate school and my teachers. Seriously do they all come together to try to make my life a living hell. I swear....
Okay enough of my ranting! Here is the next chapter and I think it's one of my favorites
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Chapter Four: We Finish Each Other's Sandwiches
"And this is where you will be spending most of your time, the urine stall." I tell him as I gesture him to our office. "You will probably be cleaning it more than you will be peeing in it." I let the jerk-face know as I proceed on with the tour.
"The only reason you will be here is because everyone is too "old" to bend down and clean the bathrooms and this stupid store refuses to hire actual janitors. No, they rather make us their personal slaves and abuse us. I say we revolt, but then I realize I need a car instead of driving my bike everywhere, so I rather be a 'modern-day slave of capitalist' than be broke."
I was ranting, and why was I ranting? It was because the kid next to me refused to speak. Wyatt had said nothing, and I mean nothing for a whole hour. Instead, he kept a level face masking his emotions.
And it scared the shit out of me.
I rather have Wyatt making fun of me or annoy the living shit out of me than him pretending to be a serial killer who is planning my murder in the next couple of hours. I guess this was Wyatt's way of punishing me.
Creeping the cannoli out of me.
As I led him to cash register, and showed him how to work it, my preppy boss came skipping towards us. "How is the training coming along?" I craned my neck towards him and plastered a fake smile on my face.
"Just dandy." I said in a thick southern accent. Instead of replying the bozo gave a thumbs up before waddling his feet away from me. "Asshole." I whisper under my breath, and when I turn around to see Wyatt's reaction he just stares at me with no facial expression.
Asshole.
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"Remember, when you add in new product put it in the back and move the old product in the front because their expiration dates are sooner-" I couldn't even finish telling the enthusiastic Wyatt about our store policy before a little girl started pulling on my shirt.
"Yes." I try to contain my anger. I usually like kids, but so far, anytime I have talked to kids at the Happy Mart they are usually crying because they lost their mom, and then I would spend the next thirty minutes consulting a crying baby as I call security.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" I just stare at her innocent bright blue eyes as she stares at me waiting for a respond.
"Child, I hate to burst your bubble, but we are in Texas. The chances of us building a snowman is slim to none."
"Come on lets go and play?" She continues with a high pitch voice.
"I'm working." I respond flatly staring at the delusion six-year old.
"I never you see you anymore." She responds adding a twirl in the middle of a sentence.
"I don't know who you are." I tell her calmly knowing this chick has gone completely bananas.
"Come out the door. It's like you gone away." And with that sentence for the first time in the past two hours Wyatt makes a noise.
He snickers.
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The She-Man and the Manwhore (No Longer Writing)
Humor"You think our school is going to lose against your school?" Tulip asked, laughing over the microphone. I wasn't surprised that the spirit leader of the Eagles' football team was laughing at me, a dedicated Panther. "How could you think that was eve...
