Hey! What's up? My names Ariyah. I'm a teenager and I go to West high. I'm about to graduate! Anyway, life is great. I'm a lonely child, single, one. I don't have anyone to trust, to live with, or to care about. But I have one perfect soldier. He stands in front of my door every day, with some little envelopes that he calls " my mail". Okay, I forgot what he was called, but to be fair I just started school in America. I had to leave India cause they said I can't be alone for the rest of my life, suffering. I think they did the right thing for me. I miss India, but here in America, everything is beautiful. So now I'm here instead of India. This week I'm getting a wolf! Yes, I do earn money. I got this job at Steak'n Shake yesterday. I get $30 per week not good, but not bad either. I'm not a math geek here but I'm pretty sure in a month I'll have $120. I just hope they don't fire me today, cause every job I was hired so far, I got fired the next minute. Mostly, cause I wasn't on task. A week ago I was hired at Breakin' Doughnuts, I ate most of the costumers doughnuts and I never would do the dishes so they fired me. Anyway, at my new job they call me Razer. I think it's a good name, for me especially. I'm like a razor, mean, vicious, and well, me. It's the first day at my job, let's see how bad I can do. I step in and breathe to make sure I don't or won't get fired.
"Hey Razer," boss says."Hey boss, who do I start with?" I ask.
"You start with this burger right here," boss said with a demented face.
"Wish me luck god," I whisper to myself.
And there I stood, cooking a burger for the first time. I don't even know if I did well, cause it was my first burger.
"Razer! Stop screwing around and pay attention!,"boss yelled in the middle of my daydream.
"Ok boss. I was dreaming about my burger, you don't have to yell," I said to boss.
"Carry on then Raz, but while your at it, cook some delicious burgers for me to taste," Boss said with cheery voice.
There was the feeling again. Some one is stalking me. I can feel hot stinky breath on my shoulder. It feels nice but it stank, bad. I turned around and apparently it's one of my colleagues. I saw him grinning at me about to tell boss what a horrible job I am doing. At least that's what I think.
"Hey Dudet," Josh Said to me."Hey Bro," I said back confused.
"Brosita, you need to chillax, take it slow. Look what your doing to that burger of yours!?" Josh said in a chill way.
"Ok josh I don't even know what I'm doing so take a step back from my shoulder," I said to him in a rude tone.
Suddenly then he takes a step back from my shoulder and rolls his eyes.
"Sheesh sorry there raz, but look at what the heck your doing. No wonder there is ketchup and mustard splattered over on your shirt," He said with a know-it-all tone.That's when I look down at the counter to see what the heck I am doing.OMG! I got mustard and ketchup all over my shirt, and my burger is squished on the counter looking so flat, with the condiments on the floor. I don't blame it, but I blame me. I am so fired. Just that minute boss walks in.
"RAZER!," He says yelling."Yes sir!," I say back with a screeching tone. Im about to regret living.
"What the heck have you done to that burger? Its so......wow," He said to me.
"I have done nothing. It squashed...... im sorry i have to say this but.. are you blind?," I said to him in a questioned tone.
"No need to be rude, i just like the burger that you made. Look at it closely it has a smiley face on it," He said to me.
"Wait.... a smile face?.....," I asked.
"Yes look! And more creative, you made it black!," Boss says.
"I need to go. NOW!," I said
"Ok, bye. And by the way razer, YOURE FIRED!," he screamed."That's the moment I've been waiting for. To get fired. " I say sarcastically.
I leave. I'm fired. I still have some lose cash i got from my other jobs since I was young. Even enough to buy a pet wolf. Yes,my country has been selling wolves for pets. That got me thinking about the burger that I made. It had a black smiley face that I didn't even make. It was so creepy. I never did it then who would?....
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The Darkening
HorrorIts Dark... it gets Darker every step I take, every breath I breathe. Its stiffening, suffocating air not able to breathe. What do they want from me? What do i have that they want? Do they want something from me?