Jaleah didn't have much growing up. For as long as she's known, her family lived paycheck to paycheck, making ends meet with what they had. But, Jaleah always wanted to get out of that life. She always knew that one day, she would make it out.
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philadelphia, pa. june 14th, 11:30am. jaleah's perspective.
I get off of the bus, taking in the warm breeze. It's summer time and all of public transportation is freezing cold, so it feels nice when I get off the bus and back out into the warmth of outside. I walk a few feet to the ice cream shop, which was locked, but I knock so someone could let me in.
A young lady comes to the door and unlocks it, then cracks the door open a little, "We don't open until 12, hun." She says, about to go back into the shop and close the door behind herself.
"No, I work here. It's my first day." I let her know.
"Oh! Come on in." She opens the door so that I could come in and locks it back behind me. "I'm Sarah, whats your name?" She asks.
"Jaleah." I respond, shyly.
"Okay Jaleah, there are shirts for the employees in the back, every employee gets 3, so take one to put on and make sure you take 2 home with you. The manager is in the back, I'll walk you back there."
"Okay."
Sarah is this short, thick white girl. She has thick, but perfectly toned, legs, the perfect sized butt, a flat stomach and little boobs. She's very pretty in the face, has dirty blonde hair that she wore in beach waves, and her skin is tanned to perfection. She seems so sweet and bubbly, I kind of can't wait to get to know her more.
I took a summer job at this ice cream shop to get some extra cash before I go to school. I'm not sure if I'll be able to work and handle being in school, so I'm trying to stack as much money as possible so that I'll be able to buy stuff throughout the school year, whether it be textbooks, food or just clothes or tickets to events. Honestly, though, most of the money will probably go to textbooks and food.
We get to the back office where the manager who interviewed me a few weeks ago was sitting. She was shuffling through paperwork, trying to arrange schedules it seems. "Hey, Kieran, this is Jaleah. Today is her first day." The manager, Kieran, looks up at us from the mess of papers on her desk.
"Yes! I remember you, Jaleah. I'm kind of swamped back here so I'll have Sarah train you today. We usually don't get that many customers at once, so you should be fine out there. All you really have to do is ring people up and make sure to keep the shop clean and organized."
"Okay." I respond.
"Okay, lets go to the employee area, I'll start training you." Sarah says.
I follow her to the back into another small room that you have to put a code in to get into. In the room is one table, a refrigerator, some cabinets and a sink, and a space where everyone can put their personal belongings. There's also a shelf full of different sized t-shirts and other items with the store's logo on it such as hats, pens, wristbands, etc.
