Purple Hearts

Chapter 1- Sarah

Sarah was at her desk in the dorm where she had been trying to study for her final exams when Angie, her roommate, let loose yet another frustrated cry. "I don't know how you do this. Sarah, how do you do this? In fact, how have I kept up with this for so long?" 

"Again. I have two words: Flash. Cards." Sarah huffed quickly whilst scribbling some notes. Angie gasped then a deathly silence filled the small cerulean colored walls. That meant either she was actually taking Sarah's advice or she was offended. 

Sarah glanced behind her only to catch Angie running towards the door pulling on her work jeans. "Angela Margret Olsen! What are you doing?!" Sarah stood so fast she knocked over her chair. Angie didn't respond. Instead she ran outside, shutting the door behind her. 

"What...What just..." Sarah threw her arms in the air and sighed. Before she could even get back to her studies, her phone rang. 

It was Angie. 

"What?" She answered to Angela's pants on the other end. "You!...are... sooo... late! For work! Finally beat ya!" 

Sarah didn't hear anything else because she was too busy doing the same procedure Angie had undergone minutes ago. Quickly pulling her work clothes on, and giving herself the once-over in the mirror, she locked the door. The elevator would take too long, so she jumped down the stairs one flight at a time. Running out of the dorm, the heat of the sun hit her skin making her stop for a minute and think twice about if she really should have went tanning yesterday. 

She ran with so much power, Sarah almost ran into Chelsea, the program director for an event that lasted all summer. 

"Hey Sarah! You're still on for the Summer Program thing right?" Chelsea smiled, her short blonde hair was in a ponytail and she always looked like she had her life in order.

"Heck yeah! I'm late for work though!" Sarah jogged backwards and shouted before going back to a full sprint. 

Up ahead, she spotted Angie by her sluggish walk. 

"Are you tired?" Sarah shouted, and Angie turned around, a wide-eyed expression glued to her face. 

"How did you get here so fast?!" She whispered, then turned to run. "There's no way! You freaking super human!" 

"Or! I'm just fit. See ya at work!" Sarah sped up faster and slid down the sidewalk towards the ice cream shoppe. 

She was clocking in with her ID when the store manager, Marcus, came around the corner. "Sarah! I was afraid you weren't gonna show. Now, where's Ammo?" 

Sarah laughed. Everyone called Angie Ammo halfway because she darts off from one thing to another, the other because of her initials. 

A.M.O. Angela Margret Olsen. 

"She's coming. We kind of raced here again, and she burned out in the process." 

The bell rang to the small shop and an extremely tired Angie, rolled into the door. "How...does... she... do... it..." 

"Speak of the devil." Marcus murmured, rubbing her bald head. "Is there enough energy in you to work there Ammo?" 

Angie sat on the floor for a minute before nodding and getting up. 

"Good. Our shift starts in five."