-(Your Name's POV)-
After three months of arm and leg therapy, which included writing stories, drawing, walking in water, swimming, and dancing, the doctors said I could go back to being a person. This included going to a school. For next semester, I mean.
Yes, my third third year of high school is over, but I still have the fourth, which I'm missing right now, sadly.
"Missing on year won't hurt, you're all ready on top of everything, dear." My farther told me when I was stressing about school. That was six months ago. I was so excited to come, but with my broken bones, I don't feel normal as I though I would.
I'm worrying a lot more about my father, he seems to getting worse every week. I heave a sigh and get up, deciding to go fetch the newspaper. It seems like a nice day, and sometimes they advertise colleges. Most importantly, jobs. If I'm going to be of any service to my father, I have to find a way to pay those medical bills.
Clouds come rumbling in, and it starts raining. Heavily. Of course it has to rain when I'm already out, half a block away, and without a source to stop the rain and/or prevent a cold. I huff, running blindly across the road. I may not know San Fransokyo entirely, but I already don't like the weather system.
I run into a store door, falling back. Picking myself off, I make my way in.
"Hello, how may I be of service?" A Latino male asks, his bright blue hair noticeable, wiping the counter. I stare at the menu, my thumb on top of my lips, deciding.
"(Small/Medium/Large) (Favorite flavor), with a (regular/chocolate-Dipper) cone, and (favorite topping please," you reply, looking around as he whipped up your frozen treat. A "Help Wanted" sign catches your eye.
"Your hiring?" You ask aloud.
"Yes. Do you have experience?"
"No, I've never worked in an ice cream shop. I have worked in fast food, though." I inform, as if fast food counts as ice cream. [A/N: Does it??? IDK..]
Well," he hands me a paper, "fill this out and come back tomorrow. If everything goes well you should be starting next Thursday." He tells me, also handing me my ice cream. I nod.
"Thank you, er.."
"Fernando," the male smiles.
"Thank you, Fernando!" I thank, and embark on my journey home, the rain falling even harsher, if possible. Blindly, or run, trying to cover my cone. I wish I bought a cup or a smoothie. I hear a screeching sound, and a light comes into my view. Dropping my ice cream, my hands go up in front of my face in a protective manner.
"Hey, get off the road!" A voice yells. I gulp, giving the person an apologetic look, whimpering some. Shaking, I fell into blackness.
[A/N:
On a scale of 1-to-10, how much do you hate me right now? I know, you dropped your complex order of ice cream, I know, and I'm sorry. Oh also probably made you want ice cream, I'm also sorry. BTW, I made this Author's Note in my head, with Chris, the TDI host's voice. Man, I miss that show. Hope to see you guys in the next for-profit
Er, next chapter!!!!]
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On Top of The World
RandomShortly after moving to San Fransokyo, (Y/N) is pushed into the group as a HUGE aspiring author, and clothes designer (AND party planner). She came in with a huge scholarship in freestyle/creative writing. Though she can't be in San Fransokyo Tech...
