Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 9

"Umm, imma have a numba' three, but replace the cole-slaw, with French-fries, and imma have a kids meal, with apple juice. Oh, and if my food ain't hot I will bring it back up here." Orders this ghetto customer. You can see the glue in her head from her tracks, she has bad skin, and chipped nails. She's wearing too tight clothes, and her shorts are showing off her dented up legs.

Her poor baby, she is dressed up in a green dress with purple leopard print leggings, and pink flats. I shake my head and ring up her order. "That'll be 8.14." I tell her in my tired voice. She sucks her teeth.

"Dang this stuff is too high. Ya'll gonna make a sista broke up in here. Do ya'll take food stamps?" I give her the stank look. "No we don't accept food stamps. " I say with attitude. I can tell she's a slow bunny. She digs in her oversized purse and pull out a pink floral patterned wallet, and hands me the money. I hand her back her change. "Oh, and my food betta be hot or else I'm goona set it off up in here." she adds. I swear I want to jump over this counter and beat this girl down to the ground, but I need this job.

"Thank you. Your food will be up to your standards." I tell her with a fake forced smile. She rolls her eyes and move aside for the next customer. She probably didn't even know what the word standard meant. I hate this job with everything in me. I can't deal with these ghetto customers. It helps pay the bills, and it's all I can get right now.

I'm gonna snap if one more person ask me if we accept food stamps. This is a fast food restaurant, not some d*** grocery store. I wipe the last table clean, I'm sore from working all day.

I clock out and walk to the bus stop. The moon is out tonight and shining bright. I stare at the stars for a while, and just think about everything. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Where is this bus? I smell like chicken, and my feet are killing me. When I get home I'm going to bed. A tan Monte Carlo pulls up in front of me.

I can't see inside, because of the tinted windows, but I keep walking. It could be a pervert looking for a "good time" with me. "Hey, Ebony you need a ride?" calls a familiar Hispanic voice. I turn around and it's Macarevhic. My heart starts beating fast instantly.

We lock eyes with each other. I swear I'm staring intensely into his light brown eyes. I mean I'm just gawking at him. He's wearing a white polo shirt, some kakis cargo pants. His long black hair is pulled into a pony tail. In this very instant, I 'm just realizing how fine he is. I mean I always thought he was cute, but right now he's really fine.

"Uhh, Ebony, are you okay?" I snap out of my thoughts. "Umm yeah sorry. No, I don't need ride. I'll make it home alright. The bus should be here soon." I look down at my outfit, and is ashamed of it. I wish I didn't smell like chicken, and burnt biscuits. "Really Ebony, come on and get in. I don't mind at all."

I really shouldn't ride with him. If Arod finds out, and he will find out, then that's another a** beating imma catch, but I can't stop thinking about Macarevhic. To let him know that I am not leaving with him; I sit down on the bench. He pulls into a parking lot, next door at a local dollar store. He sits on the bench with me. "Well, since I can't give you a ride home, I'll sit with you until the bus arrives." He looks at me again with those gorgeous eyes, and I look away.

I can't believe he's sitting with me, just to make sure I get on the bus alright. "So, what do you call a cow with no legs?" he asks me. I look at him skeptical. "Umm don't know." I tell him. "Ground beef." he says with a smile.

"Oh, that was so corny!" I exclaim and the both of us laugh. I look at his smile. Wow that smile. "Here's another one, What did the digital clock say to the grandfather clock? Look Grand pa no hands!" I laugh once more. "Oh, God where do you find these corny jokes?" I ask between laughs. It's not so much of the jokes I'm laughing at it's, because I'm feeling happier than what I've been feeling latley.