Carnival Day

Four

RCQ: What's one of the craziest things you've done with a friend?

...Four...
-Grayson-
6:50 a.m.

I had just started work around five minutes ago when I saw Cody's sister, May. I glanced up at her for a second, wishing it could be longer. I don't think she's noticed me yet. Man, she's getting closer. What if she sees me? I'm gonna make a big fool of myself.

I sigh and continue working. Good grief. The days are getting hotter and hotter. I look up as I wipe sweat from my forehead, and catch May watching me.

Crap. Act cool, act cool. I think to myself as I start to blush, Great. I bet I'm blushing so hard it can be seen all the way from the other side of America. No, scratch that. More like on the other side of the world.

I'm not sure what to do. I'm not allowed to talk during work hours. So I just smile and wave. Awkwardly.

She pauses for a couple minutes.

Nice going, Gray. She's probably contemplating whether or not to acknowledge your dorky presence.

After what seems like hours, she finally waves back. Well, salutes back, then makes her way to the factory gates.

I'm such an idiot. I say as I continue working, I don't even know what I did, but I obliviously did something wrong. I hope she's not too upset at me for whatever the heck I did this time.

-May-
7:00 a.m.

Since I arrive at work early... They make me work early.

Typical.

They normally put me on cleaning duty every day, and today was no exception.

"You know the drill." My boss, Miss Alma says, with one of the meanest facial expressions I have ever seen.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did I say you could talk to me? I don't recall---" she says as she turns around and grabs one of the children. "Now, I know that you heard our little chat, now didn't you?" She says to the poor boy. He nods his head rapidly, with a scared look on his face. "Good." She continues, "So you can tell me, did you hear me say that May here could speak to me?"

"N-no, ma'am." The boy answers.

"I didn't think so. Get back to work. And don't eavesdrop on other's conversations, understood?" She says as she shoves the boy away from her.

"Y-yes, ma'am." He says as he quickly exits the room.

"Pesky little brats." She mumbles to herself. "What are you still doing standing there? I want your disrespectful face out of my lovely face." She says to me as she rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

I sigh and shake my head as I head to the bucket of water that holds the mops.

"She must've got dumped again, huh?" A familiar voice tells me. I turn to see my best friend, Georgia, leaning against the handle of her mop.

I laugh. "Probably."

Georgia here is pretty much the only reason I'm able to survive this torture. If we hadn't both been put on cleaning duty, I don't know what I would've done. Sure, we're basically cleaning the whole factory for around eight hours straight, besides a five minute lunch break, but she always finds a way to make it fun.