Only Time will Tell

My Job

I use to only work after school and on weekends but now I work full time. While still filling out other job applications, so I can get more money, I just want to get away. I've been saving for a couple months now so I can take Emily away for a little bit. I was thinking two weeks at the beach or maybe even a trip to see her aunt. She always loved to go see her aunt Lucy. I never was a big fan, maybe it was the big dog she had or the kisses on the face, either way I use to hate going over there. And the beach sounds really nice.

Its almost June so its getting warmer. There is still a chill in the air but over all it feels amazing outside. If it wasn't for being cooped up in this pizza shop all day I would be outside soaking up the sun. People go around and make fun of the fact I'm so pale, but when you don't go outside till its dark you tend to look whiter than normal. I need sun, I need a lot of things actually but like the sun I have no time for them. 

At work I'm a waiter. I take orders and I hand out pizzas. Cliche waiter job right? Well I also think my boss pities me because I have the easy "chores" and I still get a higher pay. Okay I know he pities me. Him and my mother were like two peas in a pod before she died. About a week before the crash I was given this job, Mr.Norman always looked at me like a son but after mom... not as much. 

I miss the way it use to be, when I could work just to save up for college, instead of having to work to support a broken family.  I think I have worked the longest at this place, people don't last long. They either get fired because Mr.Norman is so strict or they get fed up with his attitude and quite.  I remember one time there was some girl that got hired almost two days before I was, she was what people called a "fast learner." I didn't really know what they meant by that, I thought they meant she was good at her job or something but she doesn't seem that good at it. Eventually I learned what it meant. It wasn't her job they were talking about, she was really good at learning about people, even if you never talked to her. 

I remember she got fired, and a couple weeks later she came back in and asked a lot of questions about my life. Things like how is your sister doing, or how did you loose your mom, she'd seemed so interested in what my life was like, but I was seriously astonished about how much she already knew about me. It was like she had known me for years and I had not known her at all.  I don't really remember her name now, I know it started with a E, or maybe it was an A. Either way she stopped coming around about a month ago, maybe she got bored of me, or maybe she moved again. 

I can still picture her face, how round her eyes were  such a pretty shade of blue to complement her makeup. She had a small nose and a big smile, she also had long redish-brown hair that went a little past her shoulders. She had fair skin, pale but fair, with freckles that stretched from cheek to cheek... She sure was pretty, I almost wish I could remember her name. I swear it started with an E.