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Danielle sighed as she gripped her hair a bit tighter. She had shaken it out due to frustration. She checked another box, then signed the company's name on the bottom line. She laid the paper on the left hand side of the desk, laying her pencil down and slumping into her seat.
She looked at the small pocket watch a newsie, Handler, had given her. She rolled her eyes and closed it. It was almost 12, and she still had a fourth of the pile left on her desk. So, pulling her hair back swiftly, she grabbed a few papers set aside from the others and left her office.
Passing Miss. Hanker on her way out, she tucked them at her side and swung her arm as she walked. Suddenly getting a burst of energy, she began skipping. As she skipped to the loading desk, she looked around her.
She saw boys her own age, older, and even younger, hauling huge bundles onto carts, small bundles onto other carts, and flipping through papers to make sure everything was there.
When she reached the desk, a man looked at her. His face was slightly grimy, covered in dirt and what looked like print. He managed a small smile as she handed him the papers and told him which carts they were for.
"Thank ya miss," he said, waving her off with a smile. She nodded, and walked back to her office. Entering the small room, she instantly fell into a bored mood again. So, naturally as she sat down at her desk again, she allowed her head to fall into her hand.
Check after check and number after number, Danielle slowly went through more papers. However, halfway through the last one fourth, her hand began to cramp up. "Dammit!" she muttered, slamming the pencil down on the desk. She began rotating it, grimacing as she heard it pop each time it went around.
Finally, giving up on trying to work it out, she grabbed the pencil and hurried through the rest of the papers. Finally, scrawling the company's name on the last line of the last paper, she sighed and gently set the pencil down. Grabbing the papers, she pushed her chair out, stood up, and walked to her door. Leaving, she noticed that Miss. Hanker was already gone.
She reached for the key by her door, tucked it into her pocket, and exited the main office. She gave the papers to the same man as before, and stretched out her muscles as she left. It was very boring to sit in a room for almost five to six hours, cramped in a chair. However, it was a way to make money.
Danielle sighed as she gripped her hair a bit tighter. She had shaken it out due to frustration. She checked another box, then signed the company's name on the bottom line. She laid the paper on the left hand side of the desk, laying her pencil down and slumping into her seat.
She looked at the small pocket watch a newsie, Handler, had given her. She rolled her eyes and closed it. It was almost 12, and she still had a fourth of the pile left on her desk. So, pulling her hair back swiftly, she grabbed a few papers set aside from the others and left her office.
Passing Miss. Hanker on her way out, she tucked them at her side and swung her arm as she walked. Suddenly getting a burst of energy, she began skipping. As she skipped to the loading desk, she looked around her.
She saw boys her own age, older, and even younger, hauling huge bundles onto carts, small bundles onto other carts, and flipping through papers to make sure everything was there.
When she reached the desk, a man looked at her. His face was slightly grimy, covered in dirt and what looked like print. He managed a small smile as she handed him the papers and told him which carts they were for.
"Thank ya miss," he said, waving her off with a smile. She nodded, and walked back to her office. Entering the small room, she instantly fell into a bored mood again. So, naturally as she sat down at her desk again, she allowed her head to fall into her hand.
Check after check and number after number, Danielle slowly went through more papers. However, halfway through the last one fourth, her hand began to cramp up. "Dammit!" she muttered, slamming the pencil down on the desk. She began rotating it, grimacing as she heard it pop each time it went around.
Finally, giving up on trying to work it out, she grabbed the pencil and hurried through the rest of the papers. Finally, scrawling the company's name on the last line of the last paper, she sighed and gently set the pencil down. Grabbing the papers, she pushed her chair out, stood up, and walked to her door. Leaving, she noticed that Miss. Hanker was already gone.
She reached for the key by her door, tucked it into her pocket, and exited the main office. She gave the papers to the same man as before, and stretched out her muscles as she left. It was very boring to sit in a room for almost five to six hours, cramped in a chair. However, it was a way to make money.