Cece point of view
Logan and I were sitting at the food court at the mall, casually chatting. It was just yesterday that Logan told me about how he managed to get fired from Bob's Kabobs food court. I agreed to help him look for a job since I wasn't in the dance that week, so we've been looking around the mall for the past few hours, going in and out of stores, looking to see if there were any jobs available.
And so far, we have made absolutely no progress what so ever! No stores in the mall were looking for help or holding up any part time job offers. We at first were thinking of looking around the food court for some jobs, but then decided that Mr. O'Brien most likely won't be willing to give Logan another job there after the argument that the two had. So we decided to stop for lunch at a small McDonald's court in the middle of the mall.
"So then we had to dance on top of the wing of an airplane." I exclaimed, just finishing up telling him a story of one of me and Rocky's crazy adventures.
"Are you serious?" Logan laughed. "Zam! That's insane!"
"I know right!" I exclaimed.
We both cracked up laughing.
"Man, you got Rocky into the craziest situations!" Logan exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I still do." I admitted. "So, should we keep looking around?"
"I don't know. We've been at it for a while now. I'm starting to think there's nothing here that I can work at."
"Maybe you're right. Want to just head home?"
"Yeah sure."
Logan picked up the tray of empty drinks and leftover food, and brought it over to the the garbage can. I got up out of my chair, and grabbed my purse, getting ready to leave. I looked back over at Logan, and I realized he was still at the garage can, and it seemed like he was looking at a piece of paper on the wall above it.
"Logan, what are you doing?" I yelled over curiously.
"Cece come over here. Check this out!" He yelled back.
I walked over next to him, and looked up at the paper on the wall. It read:
Martial Arts Workshop
Sign up to be a student and learn how to fight like a master
Or you can mentor pupils if already having experience!
This Friday, 4:00 p.m. at the west wing of Chicago Mall
Sign your name below as student or mentor:
And below were two columns, one labeled "students" the other labeled "mentors", each with lines below, with some names already listed. A pen was hanging next to the poster, for signing. Below, at the bottom of the paper, was more information listed about the activity.
"A karate workshop?" I said, curiously. "What about it?"
"Well, it says here in the fine print that mentors get paid by the hour." Logan said, pointing at the sign up sheet.
"Okay. So?" I asked, still not getting the point.
"Don't you see?" He said. "If I sign up, it would like having a job! And this is much more than what I got paid working at the kabob court!"
"Yeah, but you'd have to be a mentor to get paid. How much do you know about martial arts?" I questioned.
"A lot more than you think." He said with that cocky smile of his, as he crossed his arms over his chest confidentially. "Badminton isn't the only sport I do. In fact, I've been taking karate classes during the summer since I was eight. I just so happen to be a black belt."
"Wow really?" I said. "And yet you choose to brag about badminton to Rocky?"
"Well... it seemed like a good idea at the time!" Logan said, defensively. "But that's not the point. The point is, I'm signing up."
He grabbed the pen hanging from the side of the sign up sheet, and wrote down "Logan Hunter".
I never noticed what nice handwriting he had...
"Okay, good!" I exclaimed. "Congrats!"
"Hey, you know what would be fun?" He said. He lifted up the end of the pen, and pointed it at me. "You should sign up too! You could be a student!"
"Uhhhhh, I don't think so Logan." I said. I tried karate once with Rocky and my brother, and let's just say, I decided that karate isn't for me."
"You got pinned down to the mat?"
"By an eight year old."
Logan chuckled. "Wow, that's pretty sad. Well this will be different, I promise! I can help mentor you! I've had a lot of experience with martial arts. Come on please? For me? It'll be fun!"
"Well..." I looked into his sencere brown eyes. Something in my chest tugged, and for some reason, I just couldn't say no.
"Oh okay, fine!" I said, grabbing the pen from him, and scribbling down the words "Cece Jones" on the paper.
"Great!" Logan exclaimed happily. "You'll have a good time, I promise. Karate can be a little tricky, but once you get the hang of it, it's really awesome!"
"If you say so." I groaned. "Can we go home now?"
"Okay okay, sure Sissy."
And with that, we headed towards the exit of the mall. And the closer we got to the exit, the more I thought to myself:
Hmmmm, maybe this won't be so bad. With Logan around to help me out, it might actually be really fun
