Two scoops and a smile

Prologue

"Come on , come on , you can do it!" I motivate myself as I run down the street.

I look at the time 14:59

I need more than a minute to get there. I keep running and saying "sorry" to everyone I bump into. They must be thinking I am crazy or something. And they are right. IM CRAZY LATE!

If I am as much as one minute late then that is five dollars off my paycheck. Which I can not afford. I work at an ice cream place named "The Ice cream Station" three days a week and sometimes during weekends as well . I go there after school and work for four hours.

Why do I slave myself? You may ask.

When my mom died two years ago my dad went into a downward spiral due to depression and heartbreak. He neglected his job and got fired. He also neglected my siblings and I ,so as the oldest I had no choice but to step in. It was either that or my siblings and I get divided and sent off to different relatives. So when I was fifteen I hustled and found a way to get a job at the ice cream place.

After a couple of months of slaving myself to make ends meet my grades started dropping. That was when my dad snapped out of it and decided to get a job. He got one ,finally but it paid less than his old job. And he had to travel often due to his job. I decided to keep my job to keep the household income steady but take a few hours at a time. Now here I am, running like a cheetah so that I am not late.

Oh and did I mention that my boss is a total buttface? Well I probably did not because I do not like to think of it that often. The more I think about it ,the more likely I am to say it out loud.

I used to work for a man whom we called Uncle Tim. He owned The Ice cream station and everyone loved him. He was the heart and soul of the place. Then he got a stroke six months ago so he decided he was too old to be running around serving kids. He left his nephew in charge who I prefer to call shit-face Shawn.

The dude just turned twenty and he acts as if he is the one who invented the telephone. Sometimes I just want to punch him in the face and break his crooked nose. It takes me a whole lot of self control not to spit in his face when he treats his employees like matchsticks. He uses them to make himself look good then throws them away when he is done. You know what I mean?

I enter the shop just as the clock hits 15:02.

I place my hand on my chest as I try to catch my breath. I sigh in relief when I do not see Shit-face Shawn around.

"You're late!" I hear an annoying voice say. Oops. Spoke to soon. I stand up straight to face him.

"Hey buddy!" I say with a forced smile and I raise my hand to high-five him but he stares at me bluntly. I retract my hand and give him sweetest smile.

"That's five bucks off your pay," he says as he takes his notebook out of his pocket. The jerk face carries a notebook where he writes down the amount of money he deducts from hardworking people like me.

"Calm your tits asshole! It's just two minutes," my inner conscience says.

"It's okay. I understand," I say pretending to be sad. "But I think you'd appreciate what I was doing in those two minutes."

Shawn rises an eyebrow and lowers his notebook. "What are you talking about?"

"It's not important anymore. You're gonna deduct my money anyways," I say with a frown.

"Let's make a deal. You tell me what you were doing and I'll decide if I should deduct your money or not."

"Okay. So there is this girl called Bethany. She's really good looking and we live in the same neighborhood. She ..."

"Yeah ,yeah. Skip to the part that includes me," Shawn interrupts.

"I saw her today and she was asking about you," I lie. When a smile appears on Shawn's face I know I am going in the right direction.

"Is she hot?" he asks.

"Yeah. Of course. A lot of guys are after her. But she was asking about you," I say.

"Go on," Shit face urges.

"I gave her your number. She's gonna call you at anytime — buuuuuut I can just tell her that I gave her the wrong number. Then she won't call you , then another guy will date her , marry her and have kids with her," I say as I study his facial expression. He looks thoughtful. Which only happens when he is thinking about girls. Other than that his brain is full of crap.

"Fine. I'll let this time slide. But don't be late next time," says Shawn pointing at me with his pen.

"I won't ,Sir," I say with a smile. Obviously fake.

"Dumbass!" I think as I walk over to the back of the counter.

Authors Note

Thank you for reading the first part of my story.
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This is just the prologue which gives you an idea of who Nia is and how she's like. Hope you enjoy the first chapter.

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Love from-TJ

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