WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?!?!

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(OH MY GOD PEOPLE ARE READING THIS?!?!?!11?!?!/!?!?!)

The next day came up as I rolled out of my bed, my father throwing 2 uniforms at me, "You're going to be working as well," he said walking out the room wearing his usual white long sleeve shirt, black pants and yellow tie. I look down at the uniforms, they were white short sleeve shirts with the logo on the sleeves and black long pants. I put on the uniform without arguing as it would be pointless to argue with Father, I walk down the stairs and to the front door as I fix my shirt and hair in the mirror near to door. "1 day until the party!" I heard Evan announce in the lounge room. "Michael!" I look outside to see Jeremy waving his hands outside, I throw the uniform at him, the uniform thrown at his face. "Put it on!" I yell out, waving him to come inside, Jermey takes the uniform and ran inside while putting the uniform on over the top of his clothing as he stumbled through the doorway. "Father is going to be dropping us off in his car he'll be out in a few minutes he's just gathering his stuff," I say looking down the hallway to see if he's coming or not. The purple car soon pulled up in the driveway and Jeremy and I piled into the backseat as Father drove us to the diner, the car ride was silent sometimes broken by a few laughs and whispers, soon they had arrived, and Father showed us around the backrooms then sent us to work at the register of the prize counter near the arcade. It was covered with streamers, prizes and a weird looking animatronic holding a bunch of balloons which seemed to be for the new pizzeria they were working on. Kids coming in and out of the arcade and very few to exchange their tickets for prizes, "I'm bored" I complained leaning on the counter as Jeremy was helping a kid decide what they wanted, "I'm trying to take this seriously, Michael, so we don't get fired," Jeremy replied as he handed the kid a Springbonnie plushie. I rolled my eyes as I watched the door when suddenly Mark and Simon ran through the door rushing up to the counter. "GUYS, GUYS!" Simon yelled, "WE HAVE THE PERFECT IDEA."