Riella was beat. She had finally gotten home from softball camp and all she wanted to do was fall onto her bed and sleep for a week. However, she couldn't. Riella had to find a job. The dance studio where she took dance lessons was hiring when she left Albuquerque, but they weren't anymore.
As Riella came back downstairs after unpacking, with arms full of dirty laundry, Gabriella was on the phone talking to someone.
"Yes, I would love to schedule an interview with you, Mr. Fulton."
There was a moment of silence as Riella put the clothes in the washer and Gabriella wrote something down on a piece of paper.
"Yeah, the time would be great." Gabriella said after a moment. Riella started the washer and walked back into the foyer.
Gabriella looked at Riella.
There was another moment of silence.
"Yes, Ms. Riella Cruz is here." Gabriella handed the phone to Riella. Riella slowly put the phone to her ear. Gabriella left the room and headed upstairs.
"Hello, this is Riella speaking. How can I help you?" Riella asked.
"Hello, Ms. Cruz, this is Mr. Fulton from the Lava Springs Country Club. Are you interested in getting a job anytime soon?" A deep voice responded.
"Uh, yes, sir, I am." Riella answered nervously.
"We have an opening here for you. Would you like to schedule an interview, say, Thursday at three?" Asked Mr. Fulton.
"Thursday at three is perfect, Mr. Fulton." Riella answered.
"Good, you can just come with Ms. Montez since her interview is before your's."
"Okay. Thank you!" Riella said.
"You're welcome. Have a good day, Ms. Cruz." Mr. Fulton said and hung up.
Riella put the phone back in it's holder. After a moment, Riella started yelling for joy. She didn't even know where Lava Springs was, but it sounded familiar.
"I have to go pick out a nice outfit for the interview!" Riella shouted as she ran up the stairs.
Riella got the job at Lava Springs as an outside waitress and a new car from her grandmother on her father's side. It was a red 2014 Hyundai Sonata. It was meant to be her seventeenth birthday present since her grandma was on a trip with some friends around the time of her birthday in April.
The day she started work, she met up with Taylor, Martha, and Kelsi.
"Hey girls." Riella said as she walked up to them.
"Hey." The three chorused.
"So, how has your summer been so far, Ri?" Taylor asked as the group started walking towards the pool.
"Softball camp was how it usually was. Learned a few new things and went over others. Got a car for my birthday from my grandma." Riella told them.
"But, wasn't your birthday in April?" Kelsi asked.
"Yeah, but my grandma wasn't here for my birthday." Kelsi took this as a good answer.
"What about you guys?" Riella questioned them.
"Martha and I went to several job interviews, but were turned down. That is until we got the jobs here." Taylor said as Martha nodded along.
"I was already offered a job here by Sharpay because her rehearsal pianist was moving. I didn't buy it until Mr. Fulton called me." Kelsi added.
"Isn't it weird how we all got jobs at the same place?" Martha pointed out.
"Yeah, it is. I wonder how it happened." Riella commented.
The group soon got to the pool area and heard screaming. They saw a bright pink blur fall into the pool and Gabriella diving in to save them.
Screaming continued as the group ran to the side of the pool. They saw that it was Sharpay that had fell in. The girls gave each other shocked looks as Troy asked the question that every single Wildcat was thinking.
"Are you a member here?"
Sharpay scoffed and got out the pool as soon as possibly she could. Then Mr. Fulton showed up and brought everybody to the locker rooms.
Riella and the other girls went into their locker rooms and saw that each locker had their name and number. Mr. Fulton told them that locks for the lockers would come later in the day. Riella opened hers up and pulled out her uniform. It consisted of a bright yellow-and-white striped collared shirt with short sleeves and the Lava Springs logo, a khaki pleated skirt, white Ked's, and a white visor with the Lava Springs logo in the middle of only problem was the white Ked's. They weren't really her style, but they'll do.
After changing, Riella pulled her ebony hair into a high ponytail and covered the elastic with a white ribbon she found in her bag that held her other clothes.
She walked out of the bathroom and went to put on her shoes. Riella sat on the concrete slab that was a bench and pulled out the shoes and visor, then put her bag in the locker.
As she closed the door to the locker, Martha came out of the bathroom.
"This is absolutely insane." Martha was talking about her clothes. She wore a purple chef's shirt, and colorful pants.
"At least you don't have to wear a skirt at all times." Riella gestured to her outfit.
"Yeah, that's worse, but you'll have to deal with it come football and basketball season." Martha laughed.
Earlier that spring, Riella had helped Martha with tryouts for cheerleading by trying out with her. The cheer coach loved how they both had a background of dance and their enthusiasm.
"Don't remind me." Riella groaned, but smiled. She was excited.
There was a knock on the door.
"Ladies, if you are ready, we are about to have a meeting." Mr. Fulton's voice could be heard through the door.
HI!
Sorry, that it took me a while to update. I had lost internet where I live (which is the middle of nowhere.) I also have been busy with school and school-related competitions.
On the plus side, my Literary Criticism team was second at our district meet in UIL and even though our school didn't have any events, so we just showed up and took tests at our State FCCLA conference. All nine of us medaled, six with silver and three with gold.
I promise to update Let's Go Voltron Force, tonight and I am going to upload a one-shot of Martha and Riella trying out for the cheer team.
ONCE AGAIN
I'M SOO SORRY!
(P.S.: DID ANYBODY WATCH ROGUE ONE? IF YOU DID AND YOU LOVED IT, PLEASE CONTACT ME IMMEDIATELY! I WANT TO FANGIRL AND MY FRIENDS AIN'T CUTTING IT AT THE MOMENT BECAUSE THEY DON'T APPRECIATE IT OR HAVEN'T WATCHED IT!)
May The Force Be With You!
-Megara The Jedi