Lost Memories

Coconut's Broken Promise

        I banged my head against the bathroom wall and glared at the monstrosity in the bowl of water set in front of me. Why won't it go down---? Just go down the drain little buddy. Little, stinky, gross, brown, turd. I let out a cough, and instantly whiffed the diarrhea directly in the nostrils.

        "Holy mother of-!" I quickly plugged in my nose and swallowed down the chunky puke that resigned in my mouth.

         "Nyomi? Are you okay in there?" Coconut's voice echoed in the bathroom. I flushed the toilet one more time, and thankfully, thankfully, the pipes opened up and allowed the god mass to get sucked up. I heaved the plunger that was placed by the seat, and walked out of the stall feeling much more satisfied in myself.

        "Did it!" I announced happily. Coconut smiled, then showed me the notepad that was in her hand. "It's happy hour. Dad said that he wanted you out front taking orders while I host the floor. Kabado said that he can do the maintenance." She explained.

        I nodded, putting the yellow rubber gloves and plunger in the supply closet and walking over to the sink to wash my hands. I stole a glance at my required work uniform through the mirror as I was squeezing out soap from the dispenser. The uniform was typical compared to any other restaurants'. A small skirt with a pocket hemmed into it, a white long sleeved button up, and a fancy black tie. The males wear pretty much the same thing. Just no skirts, obviously.

        "Hey Nyomi?" Coconut called.

        "Yeah?"

        "Uh, I'm fine with working alongside you and all, but why are you not at school where you should be? It's only been a week since you arrived. Is something going on that I need to know about? It's not like you're sick or anything, are you?"

        I shook my head. "No, I just..." I took a deep breath so I could have a little more time to think of the correct words to say, "School is making me stress out, that's all. My homeroom is doing a group literature project, and I just joined this club recently. Not to mention Ms.Turk and her assignm--"

        "You joined a club?" Coconut interrupted, obviously way more interested in me then getting back to work. "I thought I already told you." I sweatdropped, "Yeah, I'm apart of this hosting club." Coconut's eyes widen as large as a--coconut, fitting enough.

        "You are apart of the Host Club?! You mean that club where men flirt with girls? Please tell me you're joking."

        I let the silence speak for itself. "No, f*cking, way. No wonder you brought home the male's uniform. Do they really think you are a boy?"

        I let a small giggle spur. "Hey! Watch your mouth young missy! I'm surprised too. I guess people there just believe anything you act like. They're nice though, and they do keep me entertained, so I thought it would not be a problem joining in with their shenanigans." Once I dried my hands, I snatched the notepad from my sister's hand with a grin. "Well come on then!" I exclaimed, taking hold of my sister's wrist and running out of the bathroom.

        While coming out of the restroom doors, we both passed by the congratulations wall. Basically, pictures of a bunch of people worth celebrating with their names\what they did attached. On the tip of the pyramid carried the top employees. That, unlike the others, changes daily.

        "I didn't think I would be on there." I murmured, looking at the very top that had both me and my sister in our work outfits. When did they even take those photos? "Well, you did just unclog the toilet that has been out of order since this place opened. It's not really a surprise." I nodded, but then pounced up like my life depended on it.