The song Work Hard Play Hard By Wiz Khalifa
blasted through my bedroom. I picked my Math textbook up from on top of me and
hurried over to my phone. I had just got back from school about a half an hour
ago since I had detention. Ms. Reed was right; nobody was there, besides me, of
course. I tried sneaking out, but they caught me tiptoeing like a burglar. What
could be more obvious?
"Hey Chelsea, what's up?" I said into the phone.
"Kody!" she screeched, forcing me to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Uh... yeah?" I said skeptically
"It's Friday!"
"Your point?"
"It's Friday which means the Start of the Year Party is tonight. We have to go!" she exclaimed.
Oh, hell no. There was no way I was going to some party with a bunch of sweaty teenagers and alcohol everywhere. Besides, I had to work.
"I can't go," I told her. "I have to work."
"Oh, come on! You always have to work! Why don't you just call in sick? I need my best friend!" I could practically hear the pout in her voice. As much as I'd like to call in sick and not have to go to work, I culdn't. We needed the money.
"Look, Chelea. I'm sorry, but I can't go, okay? And you still have Tyler. Honestly, why do you even want me to go? I don't really feel like being a third wheel." Tyler was Chelsea's boyfriend. They've been together for about a year now. They're 'deeply in love' which is why I hate being around them. It's nasty. Seriously, just being in the same room as the both of them will traumatise you for life and leave you with a series of nightmares in which you will never be free of.
"What? That's not true. You're never a third wheel," she protested
"Hmm, okay, whatever." I said. "But I'm still not going to the party."
She sighed. "Fine. See you Monday?"
"Yeah. Bye. Have fun at the party."
"Will do. See ya," she said. The line went dead. I closed my phone and walked back over to my bed. I grabbed my Calculus book and continued with the questions.
Okay derivatives, bring it on.
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"Blake! I'm going to work," I called down the hall to my brother. I pulled my dark brown hair back into a high ponytail and glanced down at my outfit. I'm wore black dress pants and a white collared shirt with an orange and brown striped tie. I pinned my white nametag onto the front of my shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ready.
"Okay," my brother called back. I grabbed my apron and walked out into our small living room. The chipped beige paint on the walls looked brighter than usual. My brother was sitting on our old couch flipping through the newspaper. Probably looking for a proper job, I thought. I looked at him. His dirty blonde hair was tousled and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. With his high cheekbones, tanned skin, and his cool gray eyes, most people would say he was a handsome lad. Not to mention his long eyelashes that any girl would envy. I look nothing like my brother. I had gotten most of my looks from our Mom while Blake got most of his looks from our Dad. But it's disgusting to see every girl swooning over Blake and him not even spare them a glance. My brother doesn't really have time for girls, nor does he care. The only girl he really cares about is me. But I'm his sister. He's twenty-two years old and most of his worries are spent on me and his job. I think a girlfriend would do him some good, maybe he'd be happier.
He glanced up at me. "You need a drive?"
"Nah, I think I'll walk," I told him, grabbing my coat.
"Okay, but be careful. I'm going out tonight, so I probably won't be back till late," my brother said.
"Street fighting?" I asked him even though I already knew the answer.
He sighed and placed the newspaper down beside him. "Kody, you know in order for us to pay the bills I have to street fight. But I'm looking for another job and it won't be long until I can stop street fighting," he said softly.
"But what if you get hurt?" I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. Okay, that was a stupid question. Of course he'll get hurt. He's physically challenging someone!
"I won't, Kody. Don't worry," he reassured me. My brother was pretty good fighter. I had lots of faith in him. Usually he would come home with a couple of bruises and a bloody nose, nothing too serious, but with our parents gone, you can't help but worry.
"Okay," I said, still not fully believing his words. And I think he sensed that because he stood up and opened his arms. "Come here," he said.
I walked into his outstretched arms and buried my face in his chest. I breathed in his scent. The strong smell of mint and oak filled my nostrils. "Be careful," I whispered.
"I will," he mumbled into my hair.
I broke away from his grasp and turned around. "Bye. Love you," I uttered over my shoulder.
"Love you, too," he called back. I opened the door and stepped outside into the cool breeze.
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After a ten minute walk, I finally arrived at the restaurant where I work. It took me a long time to get the job considering I'm not exactly rich and this restaurant is fairly expensive, but I got it and the pay isn't bad. I worked here often, since my brother and I really needed the money, so I knew mostly everyone who worked here.
I stepped inside the restaurant and was immediately greeted by the strong smell of bread sticks and pasta. Yum!
I headed over to the back of the restaurant and punched in. I grabbed a notebook and pen and made my way towards table two. Pam, an old lady who also worked there passed by me and gave me a warm smile.
"Kody, how are you, dear?" She beamed at me.
"I'm good, thanks. How are you?" I asked her back.
"Well that's good. And I'm great! Joey and Anna came for a visit earlier today, they've grown so much since the last time I saw them!" She informed me. Joey and Anna were Pam's grand children. "I've got to go back and get orders now. It was nice seeing you."
"You too," I said smiling. Pam was always able to bring my mood up.
I continued my journey to table two. When I reached it, I pulled out my notebook and plastered a big smile on my face.
"Hi! My name's Kody," I say cheerily. "Can I get you some beverages or are you ready to order?"
It was a family of four. Two parents, two children. The parents looked to be around their mid-forties. One kid seemed around the age of six with large brown eyes and brown pigtails. The other kid looked maybe fourteen or fifteen and had spiky black hair. He resembled one of those Goth kids from the movies.
"Uh..." The Dad starts. "We'll just have some, uh, water for now." I caught a glimpse of him rubbing the palms of his hands against his pant legs.
"Okay, would you like some bread sticks while you wait?" I asked.
"Um..." The man said hesitantly. What's wrong with him? I thought.
"Trust me, the bread sticks here are delicious," I told them.
"Um, o-okay," he stammers. I raised an eyebrow. Why was he so jumpy?
"Alright, I'll be right back with those and the water." I flashed them a smile. I spun around and immediately dropped it. God, smiling hurts, well when you force it, it does.
I poured some water and grabbed a basket of bread sticks. I made my way back to their table and set them down.
"Here you are," I said. The man grunted in response. Wow, how about a thank you?
"Okay, so are you ready to order?" I asked again, a tinge of annoyance lacing my voice.
"Um, we'd like just a salad," the dad replied. I furrowed my eyebrows. Well that's strange. This restaurant is known for their delicious pasta and all they want is a salad? Interesting...
My smile faltered. "Uh...alright, then. I'll be right back."
I went to the kitchen and requested a large salad. I leaned myself against the counter and eyed the family from afar. The mother and father were whispering furiously.
"Kody, your salad's ready," Sam, one of the chefs announced, breaking me from my reverie. I thanked him and approached the table once again. I placed the salad in the middle. "Here's your salad. Have a nice dinner," I turned around and practically sprinted back to the kitchen before they could say anything.
I waited until the family had finished eating until I neared them again.
"Was the salad okay?" I questioned.
"Uh..." I groaned internally. Here we go again. "It was good," he spoke.
I forced a smile. "Great! Here's the bill-" before I could even finish my sentence, the mother grabbed the little girl and the four of them dashed out of the restaurant, leaving the bill unpaid. I stumbled backwards in a daze. What the hell just happened?
Then it finally hits me. They left without paying the bill...Was that why the man was so nervous? Crap...How do I explain this one?
"Hey, Kody. What's wrong?" Someone said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see my manager, Scott walking towards me. Oh shit! What am I going to say?
"Um, n-nothing's wrong, just cleaning up this table," I lied. I decided not to tell the truth because I ddin't want to get this family in trouble or myself for that matter.
He studied me for a second. I squirmed under his intense gaze. "Oh, okay. Well it's getting late, you should go home now," he suggested. I mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay," I conceded. Scott's pretty cool; He's only twenty-six, so he's quite laid-back. I snatched the bill off the table so no one could find out that it wasn't paid and went the back of the restaurant. I threw the bill in the garbage, making sure it was hidden well and punched out. I checked the time on the clock. 9:23
I left the restaurant after saying bye to a few people and head home. The cool night breeze passes by me causing me to shiver. I wrapped my jumper tighter around me. I rubbed my thinly covered arms and quickened my pace so I didn't freeze to death.
When I reached home, I hurriedly opened the door and scurried inside. I was immediately engulfed in warmth. I leaned against the door and sighed.
I sprinted to my room and stripped off my work clothes. I exchanged them for some comfy pyjama pants and one of Blake's old hockey jerseys. I yawned. Man, I was tired.
I jumped into my single bed and snuggled into the blankets. I thought of the family at the restaurant. Are they as desperate for money as Blake and I are?
I mulled over this for a while until I finally drifted off into the world of unconsciousness.
"Hey Chelsea, what's up?" I said into the phone.
"Kody!" she screeched, forcing me to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Uh... yeah?" I said skeptically
"It's Friday!"
"Your point?"
"It's Friday which means the Start of the Year Party is tonight. We have to go!" she exclaimed.
Oh, hell no. There was no way I was going to some party with a bunch of sweaty teenagers and alcohol everywhere. Besides, I had to work.
"I can't go," I told her. "I have to work."
"Oh, come on! You always have to work! Why don't you just call in sick? I need my best friend!" I could practically hear the pout in her voice. As much as I'd like to call in sick and not have to go to work, I culdn't. We needed the money.
"Look, Chelea. I'm sorry, but I can't go, okay? And you still have Tyler. Honestly, why do you even want me to go? I don't really feel like being a third wheel." Tyler was Chelsea's boyfriend. They've been together for about a year now. They're 'deeply in love' which is why I hate being around them. It's nasty. Seriously, just being in the same room as the both of them will traumatise you for life and leave you with a series of nightmares in which you will never be free of.
"What? That's not true. You're never a third wheel," she protested
"Hmm, okay, whatever." I said. "But I'm still not going to the party."
She sighed. "Fine. See you Monday?"
"Yeah. Bye. Have fun at the party."
"Will do. See ya," she said. The line went dead. I closed my phone and walked back over to my bed. I grabbed my Calculus book and continued with the questions.
Okay derivatives, bring it on.
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"Blake! I'm going to work," I called down the hall to my brother. I pulled my dark brown hair back into a high ponytail and glanced down at my outfit. I'm wore black dress pants and a white collared shirt with an orange and brown striped tie. I pinned my white nametag onto the front of my shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ready.
"Okay," my brother called back. I grabbed my apron and walked out into our small living room. The chipped beige paint on the walls looked brighter than usual. My brother was sitting on our old couch flipping through the newspaper. Probably looking for a proper job, I thought. I looked at him. His dirty blonde hair was tousled and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. With his high cheekbones, tanned skin, and his cool gray eyes, most people would say he was a handsome lad. Not to mention his long eyelashes that any girl would envy. I look nothing like my brother. I had gotten most of my looks from our Mom while Blake got most of his looks from our Dad. But it's disgusting to see every girl swooning over Blake and him not even spare them a glance. My brother doesn't really have time for girls, nor does he care. The only girl he really cares about is me. But I'm his sister. He's twenty-two years old and most of his worries are spent on me and his job. I think a girlfriend would do him some good, maybe he'd be happier.
He glanced up at me. "You need a drive?"
"Nah, I think I'll walk," I told him, grabbing my coat.
"Okay, but be careful. I'm going out tonight, so I probably won't be back till late," my brother said.
"Street fighting?" I asked him even though I already knew the answer.
He sighed and placed the newspaper down beside him. "Kody, you know in order for us to pay the bills I have to street fight. But I'm looking for another job and it won't be long until I can stop street fighting," he said softly.
"But what if you get hurt?" I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. Okay, that was a stupid question. Of course he'll get hurt. He's physically challenging someone!
"I won't, Kody. Don't worry," he reassured me. My brother was pretty good fighter. I had lots of faith in him. Usually he would come home with a couple of bruises and a bloody nose, nothing too serious, but with our parents gone, you can't help but worry.
"Okay," I said, still not fully believing his words. And I think he sensed that because he stood up and opened his arms. "Come here," he said.
I walked into his outstretched arms and buried my face in his chest. I breathed in his scent. The strong smell of mint and oak filled my nostrils. "Be careful," I whispered.
"I will," he mumbled into my hair.
I broke away from his grasp and turned around. "Bye. Love you," I uttered over my shoulder.
"Love you, too," he called back. I opened the door and stepped outside into the cool breeze.
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After a ten minute walk, I finally arrived at the restaurant where I work. It took me a long time to get the job considering I'm not exactly rich and this restaurant is fairly expensive, but I got it and the pay isn't bad. I worked here often, since my brother and I really needed the money, so I knew mostly everyone who worked here.
I stepped inside the restaurant and was immediately greeted by the strong smell of bread sticks and pasta. Yum!
I headed over to the back of the restaurant and punched in. I grabbed a notebook and pen and made my way towards table two. Pam, an old lady who also worked there passed by me and gave me a warm smile.
"Kody, how are you, dear?" She beamed at me.
"I'm good, thanks. How are you?" I asked her back.
"Well that's good. And I'm great! Joey and Anna came for a visit earlier today, they've grown so much since the last time I saw them!" She informed me. Joey and Anna were Pam's grand children. "I've got to go back and get orders now. It was nice seeing you."
"You too," I said smiling. Pam was always able to bring my mood up.
I continued my journey to table two. When I reached it, I pulled out my notebook and plastered a big smile on my face.
"Hi! My name's Kody," I say cheerily. "Can I get you some beverages or are you ready to order?"
It was a family of four. Two parents, two children. The parents looked to be around their mid-forties. One kid seemed around the age of six with large brown eyes and brown pigtails. The other kid looked maybe fourteen or fifteen and had spiky black hair. He resembled one of those Goth kids from the movies.
"Uh..." The Dad starts. "We'll just have some, uh, water for now." I caught a glimpse of him rubbing the palms of his hands against his pant legs.
"Okay, would you like some bread sticks while you wait?" I asked.
"Um..." The man said hesitantly. What's wrong with him? I thought.
"Trust me, the bread sticks here are delicious," I told them.
"Um, o-okay," he stammers. I raised an eyebrow. Why was he so jumpy?
"Alright, I'll be right back with those and the water." I flashed them a smile. I spun around and immediately dropped it. God, smiling hurts, well when you force it, it does.
I poured some water and grabbed a basket of bread sticks. I made my way back to their table and set them down.
"Here you are," I said. The man grunted in response. Wow, how about a thank you?
"Okay, so are you ready to order?" I asked again, a tinge of annoyance lacing my voice.
"Um, we'd like just a salad," the dad replied. I furrowed my eyebrows. Well that's strange. This restaurant is known for their delicious pasta and all they want is a salad? Interesting...
My smile faltered. "Uh...alright, then. I'll be right back."
I went to the kitchen and requested a large salad. I leaned myself against the counter and eyed the family from afar. The mother and father were whispering furiously.
"Kody, your salad's ready," Sam, one of the chefs announced, breaking me from my reverie. I thanked him and approached the table once again. I placed the salad in the middle. "Here's your salad. Have a nice dinner," I turned around and practically sprinted back to the kitchen before they could say anything.
I waited until the family had finished eating until I neared them again.
"Was the salad okay?" I questioned.
"Uh..." I groaned internally. Here we go again. "It was good," he spoke.
I forced a smile. "Great! Here's the bill-" before I could even finish my sentence, the mother grabbed the little girl and the four of them dashed out of the restaurant, leaving the bill unpaid. I stumbled backwards in a daze. What the hell just happened?
Then it finally hits me. They left without paying the bill...Was that why the man was so nervous? Crap...How do I explain this one?
"Hey, Kody. What's wrong?" Someone said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see my manager, Scott walking towards me. Oh shit! What am I going to say?
"Um, n-nothing's wrong, just cleaning up this table," I lied. I decided not to tell the truth because I ddin't want to get this family in trouble or myself for that matter.
He studied me for a second. I squirmed under his intense gaze. "Oh, okay. Well it's getting late, you should go home now," he suggested. I mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay," I conceded. Scott's pretty cool; He's only twenty-six, so he's quite laid-back. I snatched the bill off the table so no one could find out that it wasn't paid and went the back of the restaurant. I threw the bill in the garbage, making sure it was hidden well and punched out. I checked the time on the clock. 9:23
I left the restaurant after saying bye to a few people and head home. The cool night breeze passes by me causing me to shiver. I wrapped my jumper tighter around me. I rubbed my thinly covered arms and quickened my pace so I didn't freeze to death.
When I reached home, I hurriedly opened the door and scurried inside. I was immediately engulfed in warmth. I leaned against the door and sighed.
I sprinted to my room and stripped off my work clothes. I exchanged them for some comfy pyjama pants and one of Blake's old hockey jerseys. I yawned. Man, I was tired.
I jumped into my single bed and snuggled into the blankets. I thought of the family at the restaurant. Are they as desperate for money as Blake and I are?
I mulled over this for a while until I finally drifted off into the world of unconsciousness.
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