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Chapter 7
"This job is a joke," I mumbled to Max as wheeled our trolleys back downstairs.
"Oi! Keep pushing!" someone behind us yelled.
"Where, into the wall?" Max and I mumbled at the same time.
"Denis! Behave!" a lady's voice said. Then I pretty blonde lady came up beside us, "I'm sorry about my son. He's just so..." She cut herself off, staring at us.
"Yes ma'am?" I asked. "May we help you?"
The woman looked surprised, "Children?!" she yelled across the room to Mr. Fitz while grabbing my jacket collar. "You hired children?" The lady lifted me off the ground.
"Ma'am, ma'am" I said as calmly as possible. She ignored me. "Woman!"I said louder. "You're choking me."
The woman looked shocked, but didn't move. I sighed and pried her fingers off my jacket. She grabbed my collar again, determined, apparently, that I would not escape. I used my momentum to flip backwards over the woman's head, forcing her to let me go or break her arm: her choice. She did the smart thing. A few people applauded, and one even threw us a quarter like we were performers.
Max pushed off ahead of me, trying to act unconcerned, as we walked past the astonished lady and her son. Mr. Fitz was behind his desk looking at his hair or lack thereof; in his mirror. He waved us by; so we parked our carts and headed to our chill room.
I checked my chest to see if any cuts had reopened while Max fidgeted nervously beside me.
"I'm fine, Max," I assured her with a grin. She rolled her eyes and we headed back outside as our bell rang.
"What's this?" a snooty voice said. "Children?" I looked up at the tall skinny man with a huge nose and beady eyes.
"Good afternoon, sir," Max and I said as one. "May we take your bags?"
The man nodded and looked at the woman beside him. She was his mirror image; hideous.
"Just don't drop anything," she said in a mean British accent.
Max and I got our trolleys and loaded their 10 bags. Three for each teen girl, which there were two of, three for the British lady and one for the big nosed husband.
"I think we'll go out now," Daddy-snoot-face [LOL!] said, the three females around him nodded.
"Just put our stuff in our room," the two girls said, before blowing us each kisses.
I pretended to gag as we headed towards the elevator again. This job would be interesting.
"How much does one girl need?" I protested, flopping down on my bed. Max sat next to me, looking amused.
"Something tells me this job'll be fun..."
I glared at her.
"At least they feed us," she pointed out.
"I guess..." I said, "But if I get heart shaped nuggets one more time, I swear I'll puke it all on the phoney chef." Max giggled. Ari laughed in his cot beside us.
"At least they pay us individually," Max said. I grinned; she was really just like my twin. We had set our eyes on something and we weren't stopping till we got it.
Most kids would say that their holidays went at a nice sluggish pace; however, our holidays went down the drain at the speed of light. Before we knew it, it was July. We had to quit our job so not to cause suspicion of Max's parents as they were home a lot more often. That wasn't much of a problem for us since we each made $2000. It would be harder to work during Christmas break since it was shorter and has all this 'family time' foolishness tied onto its backside.
Drs. Ride took us to the mall for 'back to school' shopping. Which meant for me, pick up as many black and gray sweaters and jackets, under a reasonable budget of course.
"Look, its Max!" a mean-sounding girl's voice rang through the '8-10 back to school' area. Drs. Ride had left Max and I alone in this part of the store while they had went in search of electronics and books that I could need for school.
Max turned to a group of girls at the other end of the isle.
"A fight?" I asked, balling my fists. I'd learned from St. Helens that girls could cause twice as much physical pain as any boy.
"Just of words," Max answered, looking back at the clothes in her hands, "Act like they aren't there."
I nodded, looking around the store absent-mindedly.
"Max, can we leave the girls section now?" I whined, sounding like Ari, "I'm bored!"
Max paused dramatically, eyeing the girls from the corner of her eye.
"Hey, Max!" the ring-leader sounded nervous.
"And the horses jump..." I muttered. Max, trying hard not to laugh, faced the girls.
"Oh, hey Kia," she called.
"And company..." I added.
The ring-leader smirked. "Who's the cutie, Max?"
"Haven't bewitched him have you?" another asked.
"That sounds more like you..." Max and I growled in unison. Suddenly a boy walked up. I immediately jumped into commando mode. The boy walked up to Kia, glaring at me before turning to her.
"What are you doing," he asked in a deep rumbling voice.
"Schooling these losers," Kia responded, sticking out her chin at us. "They need to know whose boss."
"Ooooooo, scary," I said sarcastically, "Have mercy on us..."
"You're stupid," the boy suddenly said to Kia, "If you're schooling 'em, you need to use your fists."
With that, he lunged at me. Now this kid looked like he didn't have a bone in his body, much less any muscle. He was literally a tusk-less baby walrus.
"You wanna take him, or can I?" I asked Max.
She shrugged from the trolley, "Just don't open any more scars..."
"Roger that," I muttered.
At the sound of Max's voice, Baby-blubber stopped short. "Max?"
Max looked up, annoyed, "I thought you were gonna use your fists, Bradley?" She sneered, not looking up. "I was going to enjoy watching Fang beat you to a bloody pulp."
I grinned wickedly at baby-blubber-Bradley and jumped around like a boxer, "Let's go blubber-boy..."
"Don't bother Fang," Max sighed, "We'll just get in trouble for bulling."
"K..." I retreated regretfully.
Who knew Max would break up a fight?!
-S