Kiaria stood boredly at the register, head resting in her hands as she waited for her shift to end. Only thirty more minutes, She thought and her shift ended at six-thirty. She worked at a gas station, of all places. It was her last resort after trying out several jobs. She tried helping Mia by working as an assistant with makeup but cursed Jennifer out the moment she got out of line with her. She tried helping Hazel with being a DJ at The Cazzette club but after a few days, she got a headache from the loud bass of the speakers. Now it was this, working at a gas station named Snak Run in New York. It's hard to get a record deal but would be worth it when she made it big. She just hoped, she wouldn't cross paths with Tommy Mattola to get it. Lord knows what he'd do to her...
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Ding,
A sound she loved to hear at a time like this. She opened her phone and read the text from Mia.
Jlo just fired me! Finally free but now I need a ride...
Hazel responded,
(Sigh) I'm comin'
Kiaria laughed, Hazel was the only one with a car but car was an understatement. She had a black and gold hummer. Fast, strong and spacious.
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Kiaria sighed and mumbled," At least she's in a good mood." Then a guy busted in the glass doors with a gun in his left hand, a gray Glock 32 to be honest.
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She rolled her eyes as he yelled," Gimme all your money! Now bitch!"
"Another crackhead," She mumbled and before he could react, Kiaria pulled out a Barretta M9 from under the counter
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and shot him in the leg and hand.
Pow,
Pow,
"Mr. T," She called. "Yeah," He answered from the back of the store. "Call the cops," She ordered," We got another robber today."
"Okay," He replied," You can head home early today, I got this." With a smile, Kiaria grabbed some skittles and walked out the glass door. She pulled out her phone an texted My Girlz,
I also need a ride,
Hazel replied,
Seriously?! You too?!
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Mr. T, the owner of Snak Run gas station. A young dark guy with a hood but business reputation. Kiaria handled the robbers while he dealt with the cops. It was a mutual relationship that she was grateful for.
