Nora is like most teenagers, at 16 years old she goes to school, has a group of close friends, loves music, works a part time job, and aspires to go to college to pursue her lifelong dreams. Living in the suburbs of Gardenville, Jersey she's grown...
"Nora. Can you restock the back shelf with raspberry and blueberry jams? They seem to be a hot item today."
"Sure Gala. I'll get right to it!"
"Thank you sweetie!" The Gem called from the front of the store as she helped a customer.
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(here's Gala, her Quartz gem is covered by her bangs and she's wearing blue overalls and a green shirt with an apple on it)
Walking into the storage room, I selected the jars she was asking for, carrying them to the empty shelf and organizing them in the nicest way possible. As I made several treks in and out of the storage room picking the jams, I couldn't help but sing a merrily little tune to myself.
Peach or plum or strawberry, any kind is fine, you see.
Come on and share this jam with me!
I'll do my best to give this jam the sweetness it deserves.
And I'll keep it fresh, I'm jamming on these tasty preserves!
Ingredients in harmony, we mix together perfectly, come on and share this jam with me!
"That's a nice little ditty you're singing." Alice remarked as she checked the inventory.
"Sorry!" I blushed. "I can't help myself sometimes. I'll keep quiet."
"No no!" Alice replied. "I love it when you sing."
"You do?"
"Of course? It puts us in good spirits."
"Thanks." I blushed, continuing my work. The little orchard store was busy today, people lining up to pick fresh goods from the bakery or sample the sliced fruits. It wasn't crowded enough where I'd begin to feel tense but it was enough where the shelves constantly needed to be restocked. At least I wasn't working at the cash register. One at a time Nora. I silently told myself. Overwhelming yourself won't help anyone. "Kyle can you put these on the top shelf for me?" "No problem Nora." The taller man helped. "Thank you."
"Hey Nora can you help me box these pastries if you have free time?" Asked Alex. "Okay, sure." We placed the pastries in a big cardboard box where they would fit without being crushed, advising Alex what packet would better fit in a space.
"Thanks Nora, you're really good at this," They complimented. "You're welcome." I said cheerfully. "It's like the game I play on my tablet where you have to fit all the shapes in a huge square. I can picture it in my head where the pieces fit and can figure it out along the way if they don't.
"I've always sucked at those games." My coworker remarked, bringing the box of pastries to the waiting customer.
Continuing my job I whistled as I worked, checking the shelves to see if they needed to be restocked, labeling the food items, and occasionally asking questions from the customers (which I was fine with because if I didn't know an answer I just directed them to a coworker who did).
