The life we had before

Part 2: Help Wanted?

I look up to see old, faded wallpaper and pictures on the wall that look like they're from the 1970s. There was also an olive green carpet covering most of the tile floor underneath. "It's a shocker this place is even still open." I think to myself.

I feel hard breathing on my neck and smell the aroma of sweaty socks. I'm pretty sure I puked a little in my mouth, but I tried my best to keep it hidden.

I slowly look over my shoulder and without hesitation, I hear a deep unpleasant voice speaking,

"What're you doin' in ma territory."

Will looks up, cracks his knuckles and begins to speak, " Um... We'd like to speak to the manager."

" Your speakin' to er, honey. I know just what you two er lookin' for and you ain't gettin' it."

I begin to walk out, but Will catches my arm and roughly pulls me back in. I shift my head toward him .

He stares at me deeply with his large green eyes. You can tell he hasn't slept well for days because the whites of his eyes are bloodshot.

Will focuses his attention back on the lady and begins, " Please, ma'am, we're begging you. Please give us a job here"

Her eyes fixate on the dusty computer laying beside her. She begins to type. Maybe she was typing an e-mail to her boss about hiring us.

"Very Well." The lady nods.

Will and I sigh in relief, as if a load of bricks has been lifted from our shoulders.

"You gotta get here at 8:00, when the place open up. Don't be late, or you're fired."

"That won't be a problem," I think to myself. "We don't have anything else better to do and nowhere else to go."

"We won't let you down, Ms-" Will stutters

" You can call me Ms. Gane."

"Ms. Gane" I say with a forced smile.

"You both can begin work tommorow. Remember don't be late." Ms. Gane hisses.

We begin to walk out the door.

" Oh, I almost forgot! Your papers..."

She hands us each a small slip of paper with lots of writing on it. I quickly scan the paper. It reads as follow:

Hours of work: Each employee must work at least 50 hours a week.

Wages: $7.00/hour

Will grabs my hand and we walk out the store.

Maybe if we work enough, we'll be able to buy some sweet tea. I know it sounds dumb, but back when our parents were alive, that was what we had every dinner on Every Sunday. It was our thing. I guess I just associate sweet tea with good memories.

Thanks for reading!!! Chapter 3 will be out very soon!!
-Chloe💕