i know its short, for any who continue to read this. im sorry if your confused, i seem to be doing that a lot lately...anways, im leaving for ohio tomorrow with the Marching Band and the Colorguard...im gonna kill some civilians on this trip(hypothetically speaking)...we're rowing, tossing, and we're gonna wack someone off their feet. anyways, im splurging on this story tonight, cause i want to. its short, but thats okay. plz dont be confused. if you are, give me a shout through a review.
Disclaimer: I dont own the pilots..never have, never will.
Chapter, TheEighteenth
two years later, after the end of the war, after the mariemeia incident
"Genevieve! Table four wants more water! Hop to it Carrot head!"
"I'm on it! I'm on it!"
A red haired girl jogged between tables running to and fro carrying various items for paying customers. Her red ponytail was bouncing behind her head as her bright green eyes glanced at all her tables as she ran past them. She'd been working in the Red Rose restaurant for the past two years now after she had walked in at the shy age of fifteen and calmly asked for a job; any job, as long as it gave her a decent pay.
Four hours later, Rush hour was over and the five waitresses and four bus people were sitting around a table enjoying their meal. Genevieve was enjoying a nice order of cheese fries with gravy, which she didn't know she liked until she tried it in her early days walking at the restaurant.
A dark haired woman, easily the leader of the pack in this restaurant among the waitresses, addressed Genevieve. "Genie, go home honey. You've been here every day for the past three days and all three days you worked as much as three times as much as the other waitresses. You need sleep, honey. Go home and get some rest, Genie."
In response, Gene yawned and nodded her head. She obviously wasn't going to get home in one piece, so Grace, the dark haired woman, volunteered to drive the exhausted girl home. As she held the girl by the arm, leading her up into her apartment, she took a look at the surroundings. The apartment itself was clean, but very sparse. There were posters on the wall of various music artists and even a few posters for books and movies. The music and DVDs were all in alphabetical order and the books were in order by type. Grace sighed as she placed the girl in her bed. She was too young to be this into her work to the point where she was literally working twenty four hours a day. Leaving Genie to her sleep and walking out of the apartment, Grace could only wonder what the girl was doing.
-end 4 now-
Questions? Comments? Tell me what you think. Im sick, give a sick person some satisfaction to come back to after the horrendous parade in cedar point and the memorial day parade here in my town on monday.