Chapter Two: New Job
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Shit! I gotta get to my next class or this time Dino-sensei will really kill me! Ame thought as she raced from the third floor of her school to get to the gym on the first floor.
She dodged numerous crowds of freshmen with their humongous backpacks. She broke through slow walking couples and couples that stuck their tongues so far down each others throats it was amazing they didn't choke.
"Ugh…get a room people. Geez!" she muttered as she made her way to the locker room.
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With a roar of speed that she never knew she had, Ame shot past all the people and made it to her locker. Like lightning, she got dressed and went straight for the gym. She had one second left. Her hand was almost touching the door when..
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Final bell. She was so screwed.
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"Uchitsu-san, YOU ARE LATE!" Dino bellowed, smiling evilly. "You DO know what this means now, right?"
Slumping slightly, Ame muttered, "Hai, Dino-sensei…Detention right?"
Still smiling he said, "HAI!"
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After about an hour of hard workouts and exercises, Ame staggered back to the locker room. She stayed under the shower for about another 10 minutes.
ARGH! I was SOOO close too! Damn Dino-sensei and his killing workouts! Ame mentally growled. Because she was late, now she had to serve another detention with Barney the Dinosaur (at least, that's what the students called him behind his back). Her mother would definitely not be pleased. Not that Ame truly cared. If only she hadn't made that promise all those years ago.
flashback
"Ame-chan, promise me that you will be happy and that while I'm gone you will keep your mother happy," a man with a dark green uniform filled with stripes asked.
Tears blinding her sight, a five-year-old Ame whispered "All right Otou-san. I will try my hardest."
The man smiled and hugged little Ame and Ame squeezed her daddy so tight.
"Otou-san?" she asked.
"Yes, Ame-chan?"
"When will you be back?"
"When this horrid war is over…until then, keep yourself and your okaa-san happy for me ok?" The man let go of little Ame and stood up. He grabbed his suitcase and headed out the door and into his new life of war.
"Ok, otou-san….aishiteiru," Little Ame whispered, fighting back tears.
end flashback
She didn't cry about the memory. No. She was through with crying. He was gone and that was that.
"HEY! AME-CHAN! ARE YOU DONE YET!" yelled a high-pitched voice from the locker room door.
"Dammit," Ame muttered. "I can never fuckin' relax…I swear…"
"AME-CHAN!" yelled the voice again.
"ALL RIGHT ALREADY! I'll BE there in a MINUTE!" Ame hollered. Muttering a string of curses under her breath, she got out of the shower and got dressed. Getting out of the locker room, she glared at a girl with light brown hair and bright green eyes. She had artificially tan skin and wore a white skirt and a White Sox jersey (from her cousin in America). She wore her hair scrunched into wild curls and had black leather boots on. Ame growled at the girl.
"Kumi-chan, you do that again, you'll find dead rats in your locker," she growled again.
"GOMEN!" Kumiko fake gasped and pouted. "I never thought I was talking to a kami!"
Ame glared some more. "I never SAID I was a kami. Just don't do that again, OK?"
Putting her hands up in surrender, Kumiko sighed. "Ok, ok…. I give. So what's really been bothering you?"
Ame sighed. "Dino-sensei no baka. I have another detention with him again."
"Late again…tsk, tsk. What's your mom going to say?" she asked mockingly.
Laughing, she mimicked her mother, "'You'll never get into a good college with your behavior and you'll never become successful!' Yeah, most likely that one. She just LOVES putting that one in my face."
Kumiko giggled. "Yeah…it seems like she's been saying that one for weeks now. You'd think she'd come up with something a bit more original!"
"Yeah, you have NO IDEA how annoying it is just to hear that whiney voice interrupt your every movement. It just makes me wish I had a mute button on her or something…ugh."
Kumiko and Ame both began to walk to Ame's locker. It was on the third floor in A hallway.
"Hmm….maybe you should get a job," Kumiko suggested. Ame frowned.
"As what? All the good jobs are taken!" Ame said, frustrated. Then there was an awkward silence.
"Well, maybe you'll find a job somewhere," Kumiko said once they were at Ame's locker.
"But where?" Ame whined.
"I dunno! Look in the paper!" Kumiko yelled and stomped away.
Geez…what's her problem? I just asked her a simple question. Ame sighed. Well whatever. She's right though. I SHOULD just look through a paper….
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Staggering into her apartment she flung her backpack onto the floor. Damn…why does this thing always have to weigh about thirty kilos? She thought as she sighed.
Walking over to her kitchen, she opened a can of soda and slowly sipped on it. A small shuffling could be heard from behind her. Ame slowly turned around and lazily looked at her mother. Her mom was wearing a small flowered apron with kanji on the front that said 'best cook'. Her arms were folded and she had a calculating look on her face.
"Where were you?" she asked. " I thought you would be home earlier."
Not wanting to hear a speech just then and there, Ame said " I was job hunting mom."
Frowning, her mom just replied, " I thought we agreed you wouldn't have to work until you were on your way to college."
Sweating just a little, Ame said , "Well, mom. It's like you said. I have to learn responsibility in order to take care of myself later in life… that is what you said right?"
Her mom brightened almost immediately. "Sugoi…so you were listening!"
Ame rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Whatever. So, I'm going to be busy ok?"
"Alright!" Her mom said all too bubbly. It gave Ame shivers.
"Ok then…so no spying on me ok?"
"Oh, alright! Just make sure that you get a good job!" her mom said. With that, Ame left for her room.
Instead of looking at the regular newspaper, Ame went online and looked at an interesting website that had a wanted ad in it.
Help Wanted!
Don't have much experience, but still looking for a job? Call us at (798)826-4583.
Ame printed the ad out and pulled out her cell phone. She called the number. When the phone began to ring, her heart beat faster and faster until "Moshi moshi, Fukisho Lab. Dr. Jackson speaking, how may I help you?"
Ame stuttered out of nervousness " A-ano…I just c-called for that job t-that you h-had o-on your w-website."
There was a long pause. Then, " Oh, yes of course! We have a need for somebody to clean our lab equipment! Would you like the job?"
"Uh, how much does this job require?" Ame asked.
"Not too much, exactly. Just common sense and good coordination. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Yes, of course," Ame replied.
"Well then, would you like the job?"
"How much does this pay exactly?"
Again, there was a long pause. There was some shuffling and muttering in the background, then a sigh. "2000 yen per hour, and nothing more."
Ame's eyes widened considerably and she almost lost the grip on her phone. (A/N: LOL! Like this O.O)
"Miss? Are you still there?"
"Huh? Oh, erm, yes!"
"So would you like the job?"
"When do I start?" Ame squeaked.
The man on the other line chuckled. "In two days would be excellent, if you can manage that…"
"Oh! Yes sir! Thank you!" she squeaked again. She would have said more, but the man on the other line hung up.
How rude, she thought. But who cares? I got a kick ass new job!
