Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any characters.
Warning: You may want to read Alphabet up to G before you read this, since this story occurs as a side story inside that Galaxy.
Dear Tamaki,
I'm only writing to you so you won't keep calling me. There is no way I can afford an hour long international phone call every day. So please only call me once every two weeks or so, please. Here are the details on my job here.
I am working at a grocery store called Cublix as a bagger. Basically, when the cashier rings up groceries for a customer I stand there and bag the groceries. It's a rather repetitive job, but still interesting. It's fun to watch and study the people.
Yesterday was my actual first day working, before that I was just doing training. I followed a bagger named Mike around. He's nice, in some ways he reminds me of a mix between you and Kyoya. He never stops moving, is very smart and rather devious, but seems to see life as a game. His fiancée is one of the cashiers, named Katelyn. I think of all the people I've met here so far I could get along with her best. She says what she thinks, like you say I do.
There are only two other student workers in this department with me. Uktu, who is from Turkey, and Xiang, who is from Hong Kong. Xiang doesn't speak English extremely fluently, while Uktu does. This creates some problems. I'll tell you more about that later, since I'm really tired, I had cart duty twice today. Cart duty is when I have to go outside and push carts inside for thirty minutes at a time. I've never worked so hard in my life.
Hope all is going well back in Japan. I miss you lots, but I'll see you in two and a half months. You're still planning to meet me in Orlando? I would love to explore Disney World with you.
Love,
Haruhi
P.S. Florida is really hot, can you ask my dad to send me more of my summer clothes?
Author's Note: Since this story will be mostly based on real experiences and I have much of this planned out already I should get these chapters out nice and fast. Enjoy! Read! Review!