I made this chapter through the phone so I think it's not the best and I'm sorry
SABEL
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"Why are you getting a job? Last time I checked, your family's pretty stable." My cousin, Anna, said as she braided my hair.
Anna was older than me by seven years and she always liked giving me makeovers, especially when I was younger.
"Well yeah, but I want my own money, you know?" Anna grabbed a ponytail from the table beside us---we were sitting on my bed watching a movie, well specifically, she was sitting on the bed and I was sitting on her lap. "And besides, you know how I love ice cream more than anything. So working in 'The Ice Cream Shop' wouldn't feel like work."
"There all done!" Anna said, flicking my braided-hair. "Now get off my lap, heavy load." I smacked her thigh before rolling to the other side of the bed.
"Whenever you come to my house, you always finish my ice cream," Anna said, lying on her side so we're facing each other. "That means you have to treat me with your first paycheck."
I laughed. "Promise,"
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Today was my first day at work and to say I was nervous was the understatement of the century.
It was my first time ever getting a job and I was 99% sure I'd get fired the first freaking day. But hey, I was hanging on that 1%.
I came to work extra for some briefing. "Hey," I said to Roger, the guy who was assigned to brief me on what I was supposed to do. He was sitting on the parlour at the back of The Ice Cream Shop. I know, the name was very creative.
Roger was the son of, Mr. Splints, the manager. And he asked Roger to give me a tour of the place, make me feel at home.
"Oh hey, " Roger was good looking, I guess. He was cute in that sweet, nice guy kinda way. And was only a couple of years older than me, two years older, I think. He looked to be about twenty. But I wasn't in anyway looking for a relationship, my intentions in this place are clear, a job is all. "Are you ready?"
I took a deep breathe and laughed. "As ready as I'll ever be."
He laughed too. "Oh, I'm sure, you'd do great." I blushed. Doubt it. And soon, sir, you will too. You just haven't met fvcked up Birdy.
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I was supposed to fill up ice cream cups and then serve them to the costumers, but Roger thought me how to operate the cash register, clean the toilets and wipe the windows---yes, the windows filled with bird poop---spotless. Something about the workers here being liable because you know, this job was so high pay.
The place was pretty small, like a box, a little bigger than a closet and there were only two workers, me and a some dude I have yet to meet.
"Now that you're pretty acquainted with the place, I guess I better be going." Roger said, after I scrubbed the toilets, mopped the bathroom floors, made the urinals in the boys bathroom as white as snow. And those are the only words he said before leaving.
No simple thank you! No you didn't have to do all those things, you're not the freaking gaddamned janitor, Birdy, so muchos gracias!
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It was ten o'clock so I flipped the sign latched on the door indicating that the shops open. I flexed my fingers and readied myself for a long day---I could already feel it deep in my bones.
The door swung open slamming my face in the process. It hurt like a biatch, I was pretty sure I turned into the reincarnation of Rudolf, the-red-nose-reindeer.
And when I saw who the culprit was, I thought my mouth got hurt pretty bad too, because I couldn't speak.
Oh. My. Freak frucks who was this Greek God.
