GAME ON

Chapter 6 - Ronald McDonald

"Listen here," I said leaning closer, "you make those fries now, before I shove them up your ass!"

1 hour earlier ~

"So why exactly do you need a job?" Catie asked me for like the 5th time.

"Ugh! How many times do I have to explain it? I bought something very expensive and I need to pay it off!"

I didn't want her to feel bad that the only reason I was getting a job was because of the present I got her.

"So where are you applying to?" she asked, way to interested in the fact I wanted a job.

"McDonalds."

She laughed.

"Oh... You were serious?" She teased and I punched her in the arm.

"Catie! You know this is important to me."

"Does McDonalds even have interviews? Can't you just walk in and fry up some nuggets?"

"No... And shut up! This is my first job ever!"

She laughed again surrendering,

"Oh ok. I know how much McDonalds means to you."

I playfully punched her again.
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I actually had a pretty good day.

In football we got to do pretty easy drills and a scrimmage.

I was ready for my interview with McDonalds.

I loved McDonalds.

The only thing that bothered me was that creepy ass clown.

I'm afraid of lots of things, which is probably pretty obvious, but clowns... ugh I shiver at the thought of even thinking about those things!

I bet there's a really fat person out there who called McDonalds and asked them to have a clown to scare away the little kids, so they could have all the food to themselves.

I'm just telling you Mr. Fattie McFatterson, clowns are not something to mess with and neither am I!

After being distracted by my thoughts about fat guys and clowns (basically all what McDonalds is), I finally got there for the interview.

The woman who interviewed me looked stressed and angry.

Her black hair was tied up into a loose bun that was starting to fall out.

"Ok," she spoke, "so why do you want to work at McDonalds?" Her face had a blank look on it as if she'd been through this process way too many times.

"Um.. I need the money."

She sighed.

Did I do something wrong?

"And what will you bring to McDonalds?"

"Hard work." I was proud of my answer.

She rolled her eyes, "Ok. You're in."

I smiled and held my head up highly as if I'd just won an Oscar.

"Ok. Have you ever cooked before?"

She asked in her intimidatingly serious voice.

I nodded.

"K. Here's the stuff you need... And the room's over there."

I put on the uniform and stepped into the room.

"Oh hell no." I said catching a glance of him.