The Countdown

9

I woke up to the alarm clock ringing. I smashed the snooze button. I got up and got dressed. I can only go to school for two days. A person has to be missing for 48 hours before they can start looking. Lucky me tomorrow is the last day of school, winter break. I grabbed some money from my wad of cash. I work and never spend so it added up quick. Also I would ask for money from my parents and just kept it. I have been doing this for 3 years I have over $1,000. I grabbed my books and started walking. I got to school just in time for 1st period.

"Mrs. Lightly please take your hood off" The teacher snapped.

I took my hood off and glared at her. One of the jocks caughes 'Nerd' and I tell him to go suck his girlfriends face. He sends me a dirty look and I return it. They're so annoying.

The rest of the day dragged on for what felt like years. I took my bag and walked to get some food for later. I grabbed some chips and some water. I could get diner at work.

I got to the diner I work at. No one has really heard of it nor goes to it. It was kind of like a second home. The lady who ran it was a lady in her mid-seventies named Merideth who I call Miss Jenny. Jenny is her last name. She has an old wrinkly face with a warm smile and sqinted eyes that sparkle when in the right lighting. She was more like a mother to me.

"Ahh Sarah" Miss Jenny greeted. She came over and gave me a hug.

"Hi Miss Jenny" I said looking at her. I said hi to everyone else. I went to the bathroom to get changed. I put on my black T-Shirt my apron and put my hair in a high ponytail. I walked out and put my bag in the back. I walked out and started taking orders. I went back and forth between the kitchen and the booths. There were only a few people there do it didn't take long. While I waited for ordered to be ready I talked to Cookie. He is a boy my age actually named Josh but I call him Cookie because he cooks. He is the closest thing I have to a friend and that is only because he goes to private school. I know what your thinking if his parents can afford to send him to private school why is he working? Unlike most rich people he refuses to take any money from his parents everything he owns its because he earned it. Why he works at an old diner when with his cooking skills he could work at a high end restaurant. I have no idea.

Before I knew it my shift was over and I was headed "home". Before I left I made myself some eggs and bacon, I threw it in a to go container and left.

When I got "home" I walked upstairs to start my homework. I'm now finished with homework and telling you about my day.

Goodnight friend