Author's note-Yay! Another chappy, I thought I'd be in a serious writer's block by now. Hey, thanks for all the great reviews! I never thought I'd get them so quickly! Thanks for the corrections, you guys are the best!
I do not own poke'mon...if I did, Team rocket would have nothing on me. Mwahaha!
Chapter 3: Spit shine
I woke early, it was still dark. I sat up, stretched, and groaned. I was still soar from yesterday. My bones creaked and popped as I managed to sit up. I yawned and stood up. I opened the shades and let the light come pouring in.
I put down on a calendar that I'd worked for 4 hours. 4 hours of painful, hell filled, slavery in which I died a thousand horrid deaths, crushed by an army of muck, slime, garbage, and cleaning supplies that could suffocate an elephant. Not to mention the laughter that came from those ugly, polluting, mud dragging, flea infected, slime balls that called themselves poke'mon trainers.
I'd calculated the number of days I'd have to work to complete my community service. If I worked 4 hours a day, It would take me 37, 4 hour days and 1, 2 hours day. That's over a month, I was in shock.
I woke Eevee and we left the local Motel and headed to a restaurant for breakfast. When were finished eating I asked one of the waitresses for an application. Eevee looked at me like I was insane.
"Might as well make some money." I told her. "Part time job might do me some good."
The waitress came back with a sheet of paper. Fast as lightning I filled it out, handed it back to the waitress, and left the restaurant. I put Eevee in her ball so she wouldn't get trampled by the morning rush. Then I dodged my way out of the town and into the wild. We encountered and defeated a monkey-like poke'mon called Mankey, a bulb-plant-like poke'mon called Oddish, and a few more Pidgeys. When Eevee was exhausted we headed back to town. I brought her to a poke'center, then headed back to the restaurant for lunch.
After we'd ordered the waitress who'd given the application to me came over to the table. She had a name tag that read: SARAH. Her outfit was a blue, a short, tight, dress that was almost too short, with a laced black apron, black tights, and 4 inch high heels that clicked along the tile floor. Her hair was frizzing in all directions and she'd over done her make up.
'Good god, I'd have to wear that?' I hesitated.
"So, you're the kid who wants the job right?" She asked with an all too noticeable piece of gum rolling between her molars. "Kathren?"
"Yeah." I replied as politely as a teenager could.
"Well the manager's willing to give you an interview." She stated, chewing like a cow.
"Already?" I asked, completely taken off guard.
"We're really short on morning staff." She readjusted her apron. "I'M working a double shift.
"Well I could probably see him after lunch." I suggested shyly. "if that's convenient."
"Whenever." She snapped while trying to fix the mop she calls a head.
She walked off and I blinked. Was I lucky or what? A job interview on the second day here. What a week.
I watched as she bought my food and scurried off to another table. I flinched and hoped I'd be good enough for the job. All that running around for minimum wage in a bad uniform...I really need to finish my community service.
I ate quickly, paid the bill, and made my way toward the back of the restaurant, where the kitchen sat with steam and noise seeping out every opening it could. I hesitantly stepped inside. There were three guys, one was at the grill. He was well built and slightly attractive, but was covered from head to toe in grease. The other, who was at the deep fryer, was short and skinny with sharp features. Then there was a large in every noticeable appearance man, sitting lazily in a metal chair, barking orders at the two busy men.
The man at the grill noticed me and winked. I glared viscously at him. The man on the chair, obviously the manager, took me in. I was flushed at the fact all three of them were staring at me.
"I'm Kathren." I stated. "I'm here for the interview."
The manager smiled. "So have you had any experience before?"
"No." I replied.
"Are you good with people?"
"Yes." I lied.
"How's your memory?"
"I can repeat our conversation." Not like there was much to repeat.
"How much do you expect to get paid." He frowned.
A hell of a lot more than what cow-girl gets paid, "minimum wage."
"What hours are you available?"
"Everyday in the mornings." I replied.
"How reliable is your transportation?"
"I'm within walking distance."
He seemed to be thinking hard. I knew he would rather hire another mop head then an unexperienced kid like me, but he needed another worker. I waited calmly for him to make a decision.
He looked up and sighed. "Alright, you start tomorrow morning at 6, don't be late."
My heart skipped a beat. That was a pathetic interview.
"Sarah will train you in." He stated.
"Thank you." I had to hold myself back.
He made a grumbling noise then went back to ordering around the guys. I exited the kitchen and took a deep breath of fresh air. I don't know what I'd do if I had to work in there. I left the building and jumped for joy.
"Eat that Judge Hoffman!" I cried out.
I sheepishly similed and kept walking after I got a few stares from the crowd. I jogged down to the gym and decided now would be a good time to get my 4 hours over with. I entered the main room and grouchily grabbed some cleaning supplies from the closet. I clumsily dragged everything out into the main room and sighed heavily.
"It's looking rather dull." a voice startled me from behind. It was that stupid guy who had the nerve to call me weak. "You might want to give it a good spit shine."
"You should watch yourself." I growled, "or I'll mop this entire building with you."
He spit on the floor. "There, I gave you a head start."
"I'll give you a start!" I warned and rolled up my sleeves.
"Aww...look guys, she's trying to challenge me." He mocked.
"You bet your ass I am." I confirmed and grabbed my poke'ball. Hopefully Eevee was strong enough.
"Alright, you asked for it." He smirked, "but don't go crying to Lt. Surge when you lose."
"I won't get the chance to." I bragged, "don't you worry about that."
"Go Voltorb!" He shouted and let his poke'ball hit the ground. Out popped a read and white Poke'mon, resembling a poke'ball. I pulled out my poke'dex.
Voltorb: Voltorb uses Screech to lower it's opponent's defense rating before launching it's direct assult. If the odds are against it, Voltorb may use Self-Distruct to destroy itself rather than be captured.
"Level fifteen...crap." I mumbled. "Go Spaz!"
Eevee popped out and instantly took a defensive position.
'I'll just even the battle out a little, if I have little chance of doing damage, then he won't have any more of a chance then I will.' I grinned. "Sand-Attack!"
Eevee complied by kicking a spray of sand into Voltorb's eyes.
"Voltorb, Screech!" the guy shouted.
It responded by creating a brain ratteling, nails-across-chalkboard-sound. Eevee attempted to cover her ears.
"Spaz, hit him with it again!" I instructed.
Once again Voltorb was nearly blinded by the spray of sand.
"Voltorb, tackle!" The guy shouted.
It responded but missed by an inch, forcing it to run into a garbage can.
"Spaz, tackle!" I instructed.
Eevee pounded the confused Voltorb which allowed Eevee another chance to attack.
"Tackle him again!" I hurried.
Spaz did and he was close to fainting.
"Voltorb, tackle!" The furious trainer called out.
It went for the attack and didn't miss. He smashed into Eevee who was thrown back from the force, and could barely move.
"Spaz, give it one more go!" I encouraged.
She got up and faced the weakened Voltorb. She narrowed her eyes and charged angrily at it. She hit him full force, causing the Voltorb to smash into it's trainer and fient. Spaz collapsed, exhausted. I ran over to her and gave her a potion, she happily got up. We faced the trainer. I grinned.
"Looks like your training skills need a good spit shine."
Honestly there's nothing that I hate more, then having all these great ideas for your story, but having to write all these extra little bits inbetween, it's frustrating when you've got a ton of ideas going through your head about a main event, and you've got to write one of these. lol, so there's my excuse if you think this chapter sucked.
