DAY 319, SUNDAY, AUGUST
S: So how are you liking it so far?
H: I'm not used to it, that's for sure. How long have we been walking already?
S: About fifteen minutes. There's benches everywhere. Do you want to sit for a bit?
H: No, no I'm fine. A little walking can't hurt me. How did you find this place anyway?
S: I come here like twice a month or so. It's the closest lake to us.
H: It's nice. You just walk around it and then you're done?
S: Yeah. Sometimes I do two laps.
H: Impressive. Do you mind if we do only one today?
S: That's fine. Maybe next time two?
H: Maybe, yeah. I'll think about it.
S: Sure. Did you start the job yet? With the old people?
H: I did.
S: And?
H: And...?
S: How was it? Tell me.
H: It was nice. The people are great and very welcoming.
S: So what did you do on your first day?
H: Together with a colleague I cleaned a... how do you call it...
S: Don't look at me. How would I know the terms?
H: Yeah, sorry... a ward? I guess you could call it that. Anyway, it's a closed off space with six bedrooms. The people there aren't allowed to leave without a caregiver.
S: Why not?
H: Those people have severe dementia. They might walk out the building and never return.
S: Hmm.
H: So I cleaned six rooms with her. Along the way she explained some stuff and told me which bottles were for what and such.
S: Well, that's nice. You're not thrown into the deep end with a 'good luck'.
H: I was really relieved I wasn't. Who knows, they could've had an attitude like 'cleaning isn't difficult, you'll figure it out'.
S: Is it very difficult?
H: Not at all. It just takes time. With practice I'll be able to become faster at it I'm sure.
S: Of course. But that's with everything in life, isn't it?
H: I suppose. How's the preparations for your second year going?
S: The closer it gets the more I dread it.
H: It's that bad, huh?
S: Yeah. But I feel like I can't drop out and start something else either.
H: Why not?
S: My parents wouldn't exactly be a fan.
H: So? My parents weren't a fan of me taking a gap year either but here I am.
S: You just did it?
H: Yeah. They can't force me to go to a university. And they know me relatively well; they know I'll go after a year. And I really do plan on going. Just as soon as I know what for.
S: That's kind of impressive.
H: You think?
S: Yes, I do.
H: Alright. Can we sit now? There's a bench there.
S: Of course. I have a surprise by the way.
H: A surprise?
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The Stockers (Completed)
Ficção Adolescente'If I live through this, I can do anything I want. No experience will ever be as awful as this one. I'll come out the other way stronger than ever.' Six stock clerks fight against fatigue and boredom in the store they work at. It creates a bond stro...