Texas Roadhouse

I was moving fast through the aisles of tables. I took orders from my tables as the night was just starting, you had to keep up with customers in order to keep them accommodated. I always earned more tips, I had learned to be polite even when people were rude. I was also manager, having a gigantic responsibility. The one thing I did not like about the job was how short your pants have to be, this length should not be qualified as legal, the shirt was fine, just a t-shirt with Texas Roadhouse on the front and on the back saying that we loved our job.

Teenage boys were another thing that I dreaded, they always tried to make it hard on us by eating and drinking so much, I don't know how so many of them are so skinny, they should at least be a hundred pounds over at this rate. I eat calories and get five pounds fatter and they get to eat anything and don't get fat at all. Well, I may be exaggerating, but where is the fun without exaggerating.

Anyway, on to me, I have carmel brown hair, that people just love to call dirty blonde, gosh I hated that. I had hazel eyes that some would say were a mix of all colors and others can't even look my in the eyes because my eyes are so 'ugly'. I am super skinny, but I am toned. I am a senior in high school, and have still never had my first kiss, imagine that. I have never once been called ugly by people that I care about. I volunteer as often as possible at places like the local humane society, elder homes, Ronald McDonald houses, food for animals that have owners that can't pay for their food, and a children's organization nearby.

"Carter, we have a problem at table two," Someone came up to me and said, I didn't pay attention to who, because I had to get to table two. Oh also I have a boy's name, Carter, I know it's grand.

"Excuse me I heard that there is a problem?" I asked as I approached the table, Shelby was supposed to watch this table and she had anger management issues so I totally understand why someone is having a problem with her.

There was a couple that could loose a lot of weight sitting at the table, with a son that was fairly skinny, with maybe an extra twenty pounds. "Yes," said the women at the table, "I absolutely need more bacon on my fries, I clearly didn't get enough." She held up her plate for me to see, and that plate clearly had way to much bacon already.

Shelby came over to the table that I was currently standing next to, "I already went back there seven times to get you more, I had even counted." She said.

"Very well," I said," I will get you more, but an extra dollar will be added to your bill." The women just nodded, I brought it back put as much as I thought she would like and brought it out.

"Oh thank the lord, I have my bacon now, I could have died without it!" The women said dramatically as I handed her the plate. I really think that she has a better chance of dying with that much bacon.

"You're welcome ma'am" I said politely. This was another part I didn't like, having to always accommodate every customer.

The night went on until I closed it down at twelve, all the other workers having left already. I walked out to my car, got in it and drove home, when I got there I took a long relaxing shower. I had school the next day, thank goodness it's Friday tomorrow.

I crawled into my cocoon of a bed that was black and white with pokadots, being reversible. I set my alarm and drowsed off to sleep listening to the sound of my fan that I had turned on.

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When I woke up I got ready for school. I got dressed in a yellow tee that was loose, capris that went to my knees, and some silver sparkly Sperry's. I got in my BMW, with my brother who is a freshmen and drove us to school.

Why do guys love trucks so much, the world may never know. I think it's because they think it's manly or whatever. I would love to say guys without trucks are manly, but you have to admit, guys do look great in trucks. I would say a least a third of my school car population is trucks, and also you would hate to be standing behind a truck when it goes, when a teenager starts driving, let's just say most of the time they will not slow down. It seems speeding tickets are a good thing at this school.

I walked to my first class that I had every day, social studies, this was my worst subject. Normal people would say that math was their worst subject, but the last time I got a B in math was in 8th grade. Anyway social studies is just like learning about how men killed other men in wars and why they are remembered for it. I get pretty much straight C's in this class. I also had approximately one friend in this class, Taylor.  She was absolutely amazing, she was always there when I needed her, and she gets straight A's in this class, who knew someone would like to know so much about people killing others. She had agreed to start tutoring me last year when my grades were dropping, and whenever I had too much on my plate. 

I sat next to her and class started. I had to fight myself to stay awake. I had never fallen asleep in class and I don't intend on starting now. Falling into a routine we had, Taylor was poking me in the stomach or pinching my arm whenever I was drifting too far off.

"Carter, do you plan on staying awake for this class?" The teacher asked, he was still looking at the board in the front of the classroom, spelling out something that someone else had no clue how to spell.

"I intend to do just that, Mr. Harris." I said back like the smart person I am. Thankfully I didn't sound drowsy at all.

The day flew by after that, well it went amazingly slow in Spanish and Pre-Calc. When I got home I threw down my backpack by a computer in our kitchen, and got to work on our glass dinner table. It took me six hours to get all of my homework finished, including dinner and all my little snack times. Thankfully though tomorrow was a Saturday.

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I feel like this chapter is short, but I think it's good for a first chapter!!! Please leave a comment criticism is taken as long as it is said respectfully. Also I'm more likely going to change the cover so please send me ones that you like, and I'll consider them, thanks!!!! Dedicating this chapter to my best friend, she is always changing her username, but she found this picture and is my editor!!!

Thank you for reading!!!