"You fool! How could you do that, again?" The foul-mouthed man screamed at the black haired, blue-eyed girl.
"But I didn't do it!" She protested. "Ellie did," she said. "Tell him Ellie…Ellie?"
"I sent her home, Morgan. She said she had nothing to do with it." The balding Mr. Arden answered to her questioning of Ellie's whereabouts.
"But it was her fault Mr. Arden!" Morgan stated, defending herself.
"Morgan?"
"Yes, Mr. Arden?"
"I think you should take your break now, while I try to locate another demo disc for Tamar. Okay?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." She said with her head bowed. "I'll see you after my break, anything I can get you?"
After waiting several moments, she left.
As Morgan walked down to the diner she saw her blonde friend Missy and the bright blue-eyed Dominic were there. She was quite pleased to see them on this horrible day.
As she approached them she heard they were talking about the upcoming dance. It was for 9th graders only, and they were quite happy about it. All of them were 9th graders, the new kids on campus.
"Hey, Mor! How's it going?" Asked Dominic, one of his brown spikes coming un-spiked because of the warm afternoon, but after seeing her face he immediately asked, "that bad, huh?"
Morgan gave a weak smile and sat down. Morgan had had a huge crush on Dominic, Dom to all his friends, since 7th grade. All her friends, but him, knew it. Missy with her hazel eyes had been Morgan's best friend since before preschool; they knew almost everything about each other. Missy's real name was Cassandra Misty Brown, but everyone called her Missy.
"So what happened today that was so bad? It's only five o'clock, and we have no homework." Missy commented.
"Yeah, and that's really rare for a Monday in May." Dom added.
"Well," Morgan began, "Ellie broke another one of Tamar's demo discs, and blamed me, again!"
"Oh, come on now, Morgan," Missy comforted, "she can't be that bad."
"Easy for you to say," said Morgan in an undertone. "You don't know her."
"But, Mor," Dom started using the nickname he, and only he had, for Morgan, most people called her Morgan. "You only have to see her on Mondays and Fridays."
"Yeah," Morgan said thoughtfully, "Maybe I should quit and forget all about her altogether."
Dom and Missy exchanged glances; they knew how much this job meant to Morgan.
"It's really up to you Morgan," said Missy. "We're behind you no matter what you decide to do."
"Bye, guys!" and with that Morgan got up and left the diner without even eating anything.
Morgan hurried back to Mr. Arden's office as fast as she could. Upon her arrival she saw Mr. Arden sitting, his head in his hands, muttering to himself.
"Mr. Arden?" Morgan questioned. "What happened? Are you okay?" She stepped closer to him, "Mr. Arden?" She asked a little louder.
He jerked back as though she had slapped him. "Wh-what?"
"Mr. Arden, are you all right? Is everything okay?"
"No, everything's not okay." He said looking at her sadly through his dark brown eyes, shaking his head. "We've been shut down."
"What?" questioned Morgan, shocked.
"Tamar, he shut us down beca—"
"But…but why?"
"Because," Mr. Arden continued a little annoyed that she cut him off, "because he says we've made too many mistakes and we're not going to make any more."
"Oh," said Morgan quietly and she lapsed into silent thought about what she had just been told.
After several minutes Morgan helped Mr. Arden to his feet. "Good bye, Mr. Arden." And with that she left.
"But I didn't do it!" She protested. "Ellie did," she said. "Tell him Ellie…Ellie?"
"I sent her home, Morgan. She said she had nothing to do with it." The balding Mr. Arden answered to her questioning of Ellie's whereabouts.
"But it was her fault Mr. Arden!" Morgan stated, defending herself.
"Morgan?"
"Yes, Mr. Arden?"
"I think you should take your break now, while I try to locate another demo disc for Tamar. Okay?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." She said with her head bowed. "I'll see you after my break, anything I can get you?"
After waiting several moments, she left.
As Morgan walked down to the diner she saw her blonde friend Missy and the bright blue-eyed Dominic were there. She was quite pleased to see them on this horrible day.
As she approached them she heard they were talking about the upcoming dance. It was for 9th graders only, and they were quite happy about it. All of them were 9th graders, the new kids on campus.
"Hey, Mor! How's it going?" Asked Dominic, one of his brown spikes coming un-spiked because of the warm afternoon, but after seeing her face he immediately asked, "that bad, huh?"
Morgan gave a weak smile and sat down. Morgan had had a huge crush on Dominic, Dom to all his friends, since 7th grade. All her friends, but him, knew it. Missy with her hazel eyes had been Morgan's best friend since before preschool; they knew almost everything about each other. Missy's real name was Cassandra Misty Brown, but everyone called her Missy.
"So what happened today that was so bad? It's only five o'clock, and we have no homework." Missy commented.
"Yeah, and that's really rare for a Monday in May." Dom added.
"Well," Morgan began, "Ellie broke another one of Tamar's demo discs, and blamed me, again!"
"Oh, come on now, Morgan," Missy comforted, "she can't be that bad."
"Easy for you to say," said Morgan in an undertone. "You don't know her."
"But, Mor," Dom started using the nickname he, and only he had, for Morgan, most people called her Morgan. "You only have to see her on Mondays and Fridays."
"Yeah," Morgan said thoughtfully, "Maybe I should quit and forget all about her altogether."
Dom and Missy exchanged glances; they knew how much this job meant to Morgan.
"It's really up to you Morgan," said Missy. "We're behind you no matter what you decide to do."
"Bye, guys!" and with that Morgan got up and left the diner without even eating anything.
Morgan hurried back to Mr. Arden's office as fast as she could. Upon her arrival she saw Mr. Arden sitting, his head in his hands, muttering to himself.
"Mr. Arden?" Morgan questioned. "What happened? Are you okay?" She stepped closer to him, "Mr. Arden?" She asked a little louder.
He jerked back as though she had slapped him. "Wh-what?"
"Mr. Arden, are you all right? Is everything okay?"
"No, everything's not okay." He said looking at her sadly through his dark brown eyes, shaking his head. "We've been shut down."
"What?" questioned Morgan, shocked.
"Tamar, he shut us down beca—"
"But…but why?"
"Because," Mr. Arden continued a little annoyed that she cut him off, "because he says we've made too many mistakes and we're not going to make any more."
"Oh," said Morgan quietly and she lapsed into silent thought about what she had just been told.
After several minutes Morgan helped Mr. Arden to his feet. "Good bye, Mr. Arden." And with that she left.