The Tomlinsons

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The shine coming from my bedroom window was burning my eyes. I don’t mean literally though. Ya know? Ok. Nevermind. Anyway, I sat up and sighed. I did not want to go to work. All my boss ever does is nag about how I don’t give the right change or charge extra or don’t give customers a receipt. I got to admit, I am a bad employee but I’m decent.

I quickly took a shower and did my thang to get ready, the usual. Shower, make up, and clothes. The “clothes” part is basically an ugly uniform. A blue shirt with nasty khaki pants. Not even Megan Fox can make this outfit look hot. The good thing is, my job is part time. Holler.

I snatched my name tag and keys from my counter and made my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I’m home bound. Hah. Get it? The song from white girls. Hah, not funny? Okay.

I parked my car in the far part of the parking lot because these people in the front just couldn’t leave a spot for me. A big perfect spot to fit my old car in. I know it’s going to be a busy month because, it’s almost December. Sigh. Angry mobs of grannies and moms barking at each other for the last Razor scooter.

“Rosser! Get your butt here, now.” I froze and clenched my fists. The sound of his voice makes want to rip my hair out. I rolled one eye. Yes, one eye because the other one was looking straight ahead. I slowly turned around to find my rat faced boss standing at least 20 feet away from me. I faked the biggest smile and walked towards the devil. “Yes?”

“You’re late. Again.” He wrote something on his clipboard. Probably my check deduction from when I ate a box of Twinkies yesterday. Hey, I got hungry.

“So?” I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and set a hand on my hip. “If this happens again, you’re F-I-R-E-D. Fired. Got it?” I nodded my head and stormed away to the candy section. I met up with Cadence. She’s basically my best friend. We planned to make some money and go off to college together. We made up this plan in junior high. The most awkwardest and worst years of my life.

I cut open a box and started unpacking it and loading sour patch kids onto the shelves. “Sam, you need to come to work on time. You know it’s important that we’re roomies.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Maybe when I have the energy to work, I’ll do it.” Cadence was more of the smart, OCD type. I was more like the lazy, don’t care about anything kind.

When it was my shift to work at the cashier, I took my place at my station. There was gum everywhere. The person I shared my register with had an addiction to sticking her nasty ass gum all over the place. I logged in and stuff and turned on my number light thing. I’m sorry, not good with words. Going on since elementary. I never paid much attention in English. It was really boring.

My first customer approached. “Is this all for you today?” I didn’t bother looking up because it wasn’t worth it. My job sucks and all of my customers are usually bitchy or snobby. I mostly get the cheerleaders or jocks because they go to my school. They love to make fun of me and my lame job. But I don’t really care.

“Yeah.” Ew. The voice of an ignorant football or baseball player. I rung up a pair of white v-necks and plastic plates. Common items for common people I guess. “Your total is seven dollars and sixty eight cents.” He handed me the money and I looked at his arm. He had a whole shitload of tattoos. He even had one of coffee or tea or something. Ha ha. I thought that was weird.

I handed him his change and his receipt. “Here’s your change and have a nice day.”

“Actually, keep the change.” He left without saying another word. He left me almost twenty dollars. He gave me three ten dollar bills which was bizarre. I looked back at him but he was already out the doors. I looked at the change. I shrugged and stuffed them in my pocket.