Islan-Dise

Best day

Islan POV
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Mrs. dale asked me to help serve lunch today. I agreed but after this shit, imma go see if my job needs help today. On todays menu they served burgers, fries and a salad. This was a smaller shelter and they only took in ages from sixteen to twenty-five. I just turned twenty, so I fit into the age requirement but my reputation isn't pretty on paper. I fuck with Mrs. Dale because she went to bat for me.

"Bro man...check this out man."

"What you won't Thomas?" I smile because I already know he about to ask for extra.

"Double that burger for me man." He pokes the glass, separating us.

"I will...but you betta not let Mrs. Dale see you." I use the tongues to get him another burger.

"Thank you man." He walks off smiling.

I look over to see her grilling me. I point to Thomas and rubbed my belly. "Can't let the man starve."

"Now, if someone isn't able to have a burger cause you can't 'let the man starve' he eating yours."

"Hell naw..Thomas! Bring my shit back." I put my hands around my mouth, to project my voice.

"Boy, serve the food right." She laughs.

The only reason I feel somewhat guilty is because of Amina being Mrs. Dale Goddaughter. She did ask me not to get involved with her, but I couldn't pass up the chance to strike. Plus, the bitch is fine. Imma nigga, if you throwing that cat, best believe imma catch it.

I throw on my Burger King uniform and hurry out the shelter, so I can catch the bus. It's no doubt in my mind the driver saw me coming but still attempted to leave me. He slows down and lets me on, we have a stare down. "You saw me man."

"Be on time."

I smack my teeth. "You do that all the time and don't be in no rush."

"Go take a seat or get off."

I jump at him but he doesn't flinch. "Soft ass."
I mumble, making my way back to a seat.

This white lady pulls her purse close. I sit right across from her. "Oh you see a black nigga like myself and assume I won't what you got. Bitch, you ridin this bus just like me. Fuck outta here with that. Shit look fake, anyways." She turns away from me. "Toes looked handicapped."

I flamed her all the way until she got off the bus. She was practically in tears, running off the bus. Good, I hate racist people. My stop was up next, I pull the string to let the driver know. I hop off the bus and walk to the light. I push the button to cross the street.

Im not even able to get my full body inside, when I'm greeted by Keisha. "Said you was going to call me."

"Yo shawty, space." She backs up.

"What happened?"

"I had otha obligations. You ain't entitled to me." I walk past her.

"You said you would pay for my car insurance this month." She follows behind me.

"Did I?" I keep walking.