Hey everyone I'm back! Here's the update that you've been waiting for! Sorry if the chapter is too long...it was supposed to be longer than this but I decided to save the scene for the next chapter (making it more cliff-hangerish :) I hope you like and enjoy!
Note: There is a 50 percent chance the chapter will make you cry (depending on how tough u are)...or have an expression like this- :O cause its real sad.
Chapter 3:Shit!
Taxi Ride Home
"I'm sorry..." Bubbles apologized to her sisters in a hushed tone.
"Damn straight you're sorry!" Buttercup said.
"Buttercup!" Blossom scolded and glared at her. Buttercup turned her head away from her sisters not wanting to deal with what happened today. She really wanted and liked that job on the yacht.
Blossom turned back to Bubbles "Bubbles its ok, it's not your fault, we all get nervous on the first day at work"
"Tell that to the people who get fired that first day...oh wait...THATS ME!" Bubbles yelled at herself. "Me and only me! I'm always the one to screw up!"Bubbles buried her head into her arms.
You could hear the radio volume turning up cause the driver knows there may be some arguing in the back.
"Bubbles, don't think that you're the only one who screws up...everybody does. Nobody's perfect." Blossom said warmly as she stroke Bubbles hair back.
Blossom being the oldest, looked out for her sisters and was kinda like the mother of the family. She started acting like this ever since their real mother died. Olivia Utonium, was a sweet caring mother and lovely wife to John Utonium. She was always there for everyone and everyone loved her so much. But unfortunately as something so wonderful comes into the world, something else cannot stay. Olivia Utonium died after Bubbles was born.
"I wish mom was here..." Bubbles whimpered in her arms.
"But you've never met her..." Buttercup muttered in reply. Bubbles whimpered more.
Blossom wanted to smack her for being so cold and harsh to her little sister, but didn't want to endure to violence and wanted to do things logically and reasonably. Also she thinks that the taxi car driver will kick them out to the streets if they fight.
When Bubbles found out years after why they didn't have a mother and when, she always felt somewhat responsible for her death. As much as Blossom tries to convince her it's not, she has been sad and upset and continues to blame herself. Buttercup and John haven't been much help in boosting her esteem...Buttercup looks down on her sometimes and John is oblivious of her and her feelings. Blossom always felt that the way they treated her would drive Bubbles to committing suicide.
"If I wasn't here mom would still be alive" She would say sometimes and that was one line that scares Blossom the most.
"Don't worry Bubbles...everything is gonna be fine by tomorrow, trust me" Blossom said and Buttercup rolled her eyes as she said that. "In the meantime, you should apply for another job, it wouldn't hurt to try"
"You should try applying for a job that you're good at" Buttercup said to her and Bubbles averted her eyes to the window.
"But...I-I wanna be a...a waitress..." Bubbles muttered softly. "I doubt I'll find another waitressing job though"
"Hey! Bubbles, you will become a great waitress someday" Blossom encouraged. "Someday" Buttercup repeated as a mock.
"And ya know what they said when we were little:" Blossom said with a smile "If at first you don't succeed..."
"...try, try again" Bubbles finished with a smile.
"Yeah...when we were little" Buttercup said sarcastically. Blossom whirled around and glared at her.
"Ok, I am seconds away from shoving you out the car and into the street!" Blossom balled up a fist.
"Go ahead! What's stopping ya?! I'd like to see you try!" Buttercup glared and made a fist too. Blossom and Buttercup were raising their voices starting a verbal fight.
"...girls...GIRLS PLEASE!" Bubbles cried to get their attention. "...please...please don't fight...please..."
Blossom and Buttercup eased themselves down into their seats, crossed their arms and turned their heads away from each other. They never really get along half the time. Sometimes it was Bubbles who brings them back together.
The taxi car pulled to a stop in front of and old run-down apartment which surprisingly is still in business. Blossom and Buttercup peer outside Bubbles' window to look at it. Buttercup scrunched up her face while looking not liking the appearance of it and the strange hobos hangin around it. Bubbles opened the door to walk out.
"That'll be 3.50 please" The taxicab driver turned around to reminded her.
"Oh, right" Bubbles pulled out her wallet for the money. She opened the side pocket to see there was nothing in it.
Of course...how stupid of me...take a cab and not have any cash on you...brilliant Bubbles. She thought.
Blossom could see the empty side pocket of the wallet where she was sitting.
"Here, I'll pay for it" Blossom took out her own wallet and gave the driver the money.
"Thanks Blossom" Bubbles smiled in appreciation.
She turned to walk out of the car to her apartment, but Blossom grabbed her hand when she was halfway out. Bubbles looked back at her in confusion to why she was stopping her.
"Bubbles...you know you could always stay at my apartment...I don't mind..." Blossom offered. Concern and worry were completely shown in her big pink eyes.
"Don't worry...it's ok" Bubbles assured her but it wasn't very convincing. "I-I can handle myself"
Blossom stared at Bubbles in the eye for a while before letting go in defeat.
"Ok...I trust you" Blossom putted on a smile. "I'll come visit soon, kay?"
"Okay." Bubbles backed up to close the car door "Bye!"
Bubbles waved by at her sisters and Blossom waved back. Buttercup remained on the far side of the car and continued to stare out to the people, not bothering to say good-bye. Bubbles watched the taxi car pull away back onto the busy street to its next destination. Bubbles turned around to look at the apartment building that she was staying. Suddenly she regrets not taking the invite from her sister.
Bubbles POV
I can't believe I live in this place... I thought miserably.
"Hey Vicky" I greeted the girl who works at the front desk...which is a small, tattered brown desk with a broken chair. I always greet her, but I don't get much of a greeting in return.
She didn't say anything and just handed me the clipboard to sign my name showing that I was here. She's a pretty anti-social girl in my opinion and her appearance completely proves it. She has long black hair with dull blonde highlights put into two pigtails...kinda like mine, only her hair is more...spikier could I say? Cause it's really spiky near the ends. She has an overload of black mascara and eye shadow. She has a lot of piercings on her ears, nose and belly button (you can see it cause she wears a chequered black and grey midriff) The tattered black sweater, the black gloves, black nail polish, black lipstick...and her silver skull earrings just scream "Gothic."
I wrote down my name and signature and handed it back to Vicky who just blew a black bubble and leaned back in her broken chair, which surprisingly hasn't broken into pieces yet. My apartment was on the 2nd floor, I didn't want it too high, because all there is here is stairs...lots and lots of stairs, no elevator. It would be a pain to walk up all of them. The walls are an old green colour and cracked, I'm always afraid that the building will collapse.
I grabbed my apartment keys from my pocket and fiddled it into the lock, and it soon opened. That's when I heard glass shatter. I turned my head to the room beside me...my neighbour.
"You are the worst mother ever! I hate you!" I heard a girl yell. "Just you wait! I will have my fame someday with my boyfriend! I am so outta here!"
My neighbour's door burst open and out stormed the girl with a brown suitcase in her hand. She had brown hair and green eyes surrounded by black eye shadow. She wore a red midriff (everybody is wearing that these days) a black sweater and blue jeans that were raggedy at the ends.
"Outta my way!" She pushed me to my door, which is unlocked so I fell into my apartment room.
I crawled onto my knees and watched her storm out. Her mom then from her door yelled down at her.
"When he breaks your despicable heart and you have nowhere to go, don't even think about commin' back to me!" She yelled.
"Don't worry I won't!" the daughter yelled back and was then out of sight.
"Stupid, disobedient kid I have...hope he dumps her soon...better off without her" She muttered watching where her daughter left. She then caught me staring at her "An' what are you looking at you nosy pest!"
I opened my mouth to argue on why she would say something like that to her own daughter, but closed it instead knowing this crabby old lady wouldn't have the mind to tell me anything. I got up, brushed off my jeans and entered my apartment without a word to the old lady.
How could she say something like that about her daughter? Whatever they were fighting about they should forgive and forget right? I thought. Although I don't blame the girl for leaving...who would want to stay in a crappy apartment with a crabby lady?
I sighed and looked around the "home" that I live in. It was one room that felt really crowded. There were beige coloured walls that were really dirty near the ceiling. A pale pink carpet with stains everywhere. A small kitchen with a broken refrigerator which I never put anything in it; it's to the right of the room. A living room with a busted couch and a TV that only has one channel (The 24 News, channel which isn't that bad) and it's to the left. And last but not least...my bed. I can tell just by looking at it that it was contaminated with germs. When I moved here I had to ask for Blossom's apple scented Lysol disinfectant spray, so I spray the bed before I go to sleep.
I grabbed the disinfectant spray and sprayed my bed before laying in it. My bed was filled with newspapers with the job search category. I had circled a few to apply for the job...I usually get fired. I picked up the latest newspaper a look through it to see the big heart circle on the job I just lost. 3 waitresses needed for serving on the Sea-day yacht owned by Mr. Crostler. Pays: 30 dollars per hour. Must have social skills, memory skills, balance and grace. I glared at newspaper add, crumpled it into a ball and threw it in trash can that was beside my bed.
I'm not skilled in anything. I thought bitterly, and it's true.
I reached for the remote for the TV and flicked on the 24 News channel.
"A new announcement coming just now...the transportation tax has gone up. From the usual 3.50 people will have to pay 5.00. People are complaining of how the price may be going too high, but the government has made its mind, and now for tomorrow's weather report. Take us away Bob." Said the news woman named Collie Park.
"Thank you Collie. Tomorrow it will be a pretty fair morning starting at 13°C, but you can see some clouds building up at near the central part of Townsville so the rain will come in the early evening bringing it down to 5°C." Bob explained showing the example of clouds behind him on the blue screen. He said a bit more on the weather for tomorrow and tonight. "...so that's it for the weather, back to you Collie."
"Thanks Bob. Police are searching for two 22 year old rapists who have kidnapped and raped 3 young girls in the city already. Police suggest to women not to go alone in the night and to stay away from secluded areas that seem suspicious and to call 911 as soon as you feel that people are following you."
A picture of the rapist came on the screen.
"The victims of the rapists said that one of them had brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, wore a black hooded sweater, dark blue jeans and K-Swiss black sneakers. If anyone thinks they have seen anybody close to this appearance, please call the police or Crime Stoppers to help the investigation."
I shut the TV off not wanting to hear anymore of the horrible things that happen in the city. I looked out the small dirty window from where I laid. The sun was setting and the sky looked golden. I sighed once again.
The day is finally over...I thought as I rolled onto my side. My life sucks...
I gripped the necklace that hung around my neck. It was the bottom part of a gold heart. Dad told us that it was the necklace that Mom always wore. She asked him to take it, to break it into three pieces and give it to the three of us so that we'll never feel so alone. I thought I was so lucky to get a piece of this...a piece of her, the mom I never met. I always felt a little bit happier when I stared at it...even though it was a tiny piece; it was a piece from her given to me...I always felt a little bit of hope when I had it.
When I looked up from the necklace I saw one of my job search newspapers sitting against the wall. I scanned it not seeing any jobs that interested me, or that I was good at, or probably was too far away for me to work there. That's when my eye caught on to one job add: Waitress needed for Smartie's Restaurant. Pays: 15 dollars per hour. Balance and Children skills needed. I stared at it for a while reading the details.
Maybe I could apply for this job! It's not that far away from here! I thought excitedly. And I do like children...
I took my highlighter and circled the job add...hopefully...I won't have to cross it out.
Tomorrow Morning
I got ready to go to the Smartie's Restaurant at 3:00 p.m. to get an interview with the manager...an unexpected interview...I have no phone so I can't call the number from the newspaper. I hear The Smartie's Restaurant is a restaurant made mostly for little kid parties and such. I tried to find some nice clothes which is a bit of a problem since I don't have much. I wore a light-blue tank top a pair of jeans and some gold bracelets for my wrists. I didn't look professional but at least I looked good.
I signed out of the building and got on my blue bike tied up to a pole outside. The lock was cheap so it's easy to unlock...I just hope bystanders won't notice that. I put the lock in my purse and rolled down the street to the restaurant.
When I got there the sign for the wanted waitress was still there. I still have a chance of getting the job! I opened the door and kids where everywhere...running, playing, jumping, and of course eating. There were parents supervising them making sure they don't get into trouble. One of the employees saw me come in and walked up to me.
"You're not a parent cause ya don't have a kid with ya, how can I help ya?" The girl asked with a smile.
She had bright orange hair...I swear brighter than Blossom's! She had tanned skin and her eyes where a clear blue. She wore a short pink frilly dress with a white laced apron and tall hot pink boots that went over her knees...my guess was that this was the uniform. She had a name tag that said Amber. She had a bit of a western accent.
"I saw one of your ads and I'm here to apply for a waitressing job" I told her.
"Oh right! Actually another gal just came in to apply a couple minutes ago...you better run into Mr. Downey's room before he thinks that gal should get the job...I don't like her...I can tell she's gonna be trouble" Amber said showing me down the hall to manager's room.
"Thank you so much." I said before running down the hall.
"Hey!" Amber called. I turned around to face her "What's yer name?"
"Bubbles" I answered "Bubbles Utonium"
"Well I'm Amber, nice ta meet'cha Bubbles!" Amber ran up to me "I'll help ya steal the job away from lil miss snooty boots inside."
I laughed at what Amber called the girl. She seems fun...I'm gonna like working with her. Amber opened Mr. Downey's door without even knocking.
"Hey Mr. Downey! I found a pretty young gal who wants to take the waitress job." Amber sat on his desk and pointed to me "That's Bubbles Utonium, she'll be perfect for the position!"
"I'm sorry Amber but I've already given the job to Christina" Mr. Downey pointed to the girl sitting in a chair across from him.
Christina had black hair that was rolled up into a bun. She had fair skin and brown eyes. Christina saw me, looked me up and down and rolled her eyes. She doesn't seem impressed by the way I dress. Her outfit was similar to the restaurant uniform, only different colours. What a show off!
"Mr. Downey I'll come back to start my shift in an hour sir" Christina said getting up from her chair.
"Alright then" Mr. Downey said.
Christina eyed me and then sneered. "I don't think you could get this job, even if I wasn't here."
I couldn't help but let my mouth gape open. RUDE! I thought. Christina smirked and strutted her way out the office down the hall.
"SNOOTY BOOTS!!" Amber yelled down the hall to her. "Golly, what a stuck up prune!"
I laughed at the way Amber insults people. But I remembered that I can't get the job now.
"Mr. Downey...please sir, can you give me a position?" I begged.
"I'm sorry but there are no more positions for being a waitress here" Mr. Downey shook his head and took off his glasses to wipe them.
"C'mon Downey, one more waitress for the restaurant ain't gonna kill anybody" Amber pleaded.
"The restaurant already has enough employees for the amount of people who usually come here, also, there are the salaries I have to pay and so there is no exception of any new employees unless one quits or one gets fired" Mr. Downey explained as he placed his glasses back on. "I'm sorry"
No...This can't be happening... I thought.
"Please...please Mr. Downey, I've already lost so many jobs and I really need this, and I really want to help people and customers...so please..." I cried, I really thought I had a chance...hope.
Mr. Downey stared at me for a while. My eyes were pleading for him to say yes.
"C'mon Mr. D...give her a chance..." Amber helped convince him.
"Well...there is one position that we haven't used in a year or so...but it's usually saved for desperate people who-" Mr. Downey said.
"-I'm desperate!" I said...though it sounded like a cheer.
"That she is!" Amber cheered too.
Mr. Downey scratched his chin and stared at the two of us.
"Pleeeeaase!" Amber and I pleaded together putting on adorable puppy dog faces.
"Alright! Alright!" Mr. Downey gave in with a bit of humour "No need to get all cutesy. You're hired"
I squealed and Amber squealed with me.
"Your shift starts in an hour so come back later and I'll tell you what you have to do" Mr. Downey turned to Amber "Amber...get back to work"
"Alrighty then I'm goin'. C'mon Bubbles I'll show you the door" Amber took my hands and lead me out of the office. "See ya Mr. Downer!"
I could see from the corner of my eye, Mr. Downey's face turn red. Amber and I laughed behind the door once it was closed.
"Nice girl...she's gonna get mad once I tell her what the position is..." Mr. Downey said to himself.
"Does he really allow you to do these kinds of things? Sit on the desk, call him names...wouldn't you get in trouble?" I asked her.
"Nahh...the guy got nuttin' on me, cause I'm the best darn thang to come to this restaurant! I'm the hardest workin' employee there ever was...firing me would be the biggest mistake in Mr. Downey's career" Amber explained with a wink.
I laughed again...I've never laughed so much in a day. Amber is really something.
"So I'll see ya in an hour kay?" Amber said when we reached the door.
"Right! Ok! See ya in an hour!" I said happily as I exited the restaurant.
An hour later...
I got dressed in my new pink uniform and Mr. Downey brought me to a closet. He began to pull something out of it, I couldn't tell what it was because it was covered with a cloth.
"At the restaurant...kids can get pretty hectic and go wild. The employees and parents try to keep them under control but the whole place gets messed up." Mr. Downey took the sheet off to reveal a cleaning supply cart. He took a mop off the cart and handed it to me "That's when you come in"
"Umm...sir...it's a mop...what do you want me to do with it?" I asked him getting a hint of where he's getting at but not quite sure.
"Well...uhh...kids throw food around as a game and, sodas spill and uhh..." Mr. Downey stalled. "We just need someone to, ya know...clean it all up"
I blinked. I stared at the mop...then at the cleaning supply cart and then at Mr. Downey.
"I'M THE JANITOR?!" I yelled. Mr. Downey scratched the back of his head.
"Well...not exactly janitor...just the 'Mop Girl'...that's what they used to call them back then..." Mr. Downey explained clearly embarrassed. "I told you it's a position for the desperate..."
"Mop Girl? That's worst than calling me a janitor!!" I cried very upset. I didn't like cleaning...only if I have to, like when you have to clean your room when it gets dirty (although I can't really clean mine cause I don't have much stuff)...but to clean in front of people...even worse, children who made the mess...you've got to be kidding me!
"Well this is the only position left" Mr. Downey said straightening up "So you either take it or leave it"
I sighed knowing I needed the job. "Ok...I'll take it" I said.
"Good. Now all you have to do is keep a watchful eye out for messes cause it can get pretty messy at this hour" Mr. Downey said.
He then marched down the hall back to his office. I sighed and took the cart to bring it back to the open. As soon as I walked into the open I saw some sort of dessert get thrown to the wall beside me. I looked in the direction of where it came from...there was a group of little boys with menacing grins; I can tell they are gonna be the most problematic around here. By instinct I took a sponge from the cart and began to scrub the spatter of ice cream from the wall.
"Oh...my...gosh..." I heard a snicker.
I looked to my right to see Christina laughing at me. My cheeks flushed from her seeing me like this. Amber was watching too...shocked is more like it.
"Wow! What a position to have! The Mop Girl!" Christine laughed. "It totally suits your style"
Christine strutted away laughing again. Amber walked up to me seeming very upset.
"He gave ya that position?!" Amber crossed her arms and eyed the hallway that lead to Mr. Downey's room"...We're gonna be hearing some gun shots soon!"
"Amber, Its ok!" I tried consoling myself from laughing "I'm ok with the cleaning, no need to get all worked up. I'll be fine"
30 minutes later
I am not fine. I knew I loved children before but these kids are brats! They figured instantly that I was the "Mop Girl" and started messing up the place on purpose! Can you believe that?! Especially that little gang of boys...I swear they are the biggest disaster to come to this place. One of the boys started to run under tables and lift women's skirts up. Others were ripping off table cloths, knocking glasses and plates down, the parents were trying to get them under control and I was too, but they're way too fast! I had to chase after them, and clean the messes along the way...and Christina enjoyed watching me the whole time.
"Hey you!" I yelled at a boy holding a pretty glass "Put that down! Don't you dare..."
The boy dropped the glass and it shattered into pieces. I cringed at the sharp sound it made. The boy laughed maniacally and zoomed to the opposite side of the room.
"Timmy! Come back here this instant!" His mother yelled. She turned to me "I am so sorry, I don't want to complicate your job...it's just my son...it's hard to keep him-"
"-under control?" I finished for her. She blushed embarrassed.
"Timmy!" The mother gave chase after her son.
"Hey! Jackson's gonna blow up!" a boy said out loud.
I turned around to see a group of kids surrounding a chubby boy who was looking very pale.
"Ohh...I don't feel so good" Jackson said clutching his stomach "I think I ate too much ice cream..."
Jackson's face puffed up and he started to look green.
"He's gonna hurl!" a girl cried "Run for cover!"
The kids scattered away from the Jackson.
"Oh...no" I cried knowing what was gonna happen.
"BLEEAAAH!" There was a loud splat to the ground.
"EEEWW!!" The children cried witnessing the vomit.
"Gross..." I admitted to myself.
"Hey, Mop Girl" Christina called smirking. "Guess ya better clean the oatmeal up"
Christina laughed her snooty laugh and walked to another section of the restaurant to serve food. I looked back at the oatmeal on the floor. I shivered looking at it...its just disgusting.
And he gives me this position...I thought angrily.
Now mad, I grabbed the mop and started to clean the spot on the floor.
"Stupid...Downey..." I muttered to myself as I scrubbed the floor with the mop. "Gave me this stupid job...now I have to be cleaning up shit!"
"Shit?" A small voice repeated.
I whirled around to see a little boy...about 3 or 4 years old...standing at my feet. He overheard me and a big grin came on his face.
"Shit!" He repeated, happy to learn a new word.
"NO! No, no, no, no, no!" I got onto my knees to level with the boy. I grabbed his shoulders and made sure he was looking at me. "No say. Bad word. No say that. No say bad word ok? No."
The little boy stared up to me not understanding.
"Shit!" He repeated again happily.
He then broke away from me and ran over to a group of kids still saying "Shit!"
"Oh God...NO!" I cried.
But it was too late. The boy had already run up to the group of kids and said "shit."
"What did he say?-" A boy asked.
"He said 'shit-'" A girl answered.
"What does shit mean?-" Another girl asked.
"The word sounds cool!-" A boy said excited.
"Ya! Shit is cool!-" A girl said excited too.
"-Shit!" All the children cheered.
My mouth gaped open as the word spread to the kids like wildfire. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" they all cheered and screamed but the parents' reactions weren't very happy.
"Agatha what did you just say young lady?!" The father yelled.
"Where did you learn such language?!" The mother asked.
"Well Peter said it was a cool word." Agatha pointed at Peter. The parents looked over at Peter, his own parents looking too wanting an explanation.
"Michael said it" Peter pointed to Michael.
"Abby said it" Michael pointed to Abby.
"Lissy said it" Abby pointed to Lissy.
"Bobby said it" Lissy pointed to Bobby.
"Tyrel said it" Bobby pointed to Tyrel.
"Amanda said it" Tyrel pointed to Amanda.
"Timmy said it" Amanda pointed to Timmy.
"Baby Alex said that word" Timmy pointed to the little boy who discovered the word from me.
"Shit!" Alex was still cheering not knowing what was going on.
"Alex!" His mother cried. "Where on earth did you learn such a vile word? Definitely not from your mother..."
The mother eyed her husband.
"Honey I swear I would never-" The husband swore.
"Enough Henry!" The mother silenced her husband. She turned back to her son. "Now Alex sweetie, tell mommy...who told you that word?"
Alex stared blankly at her for a while before looking up at me. He stared long enough for the other parents to look at me too. My face was turning crimson as the spotlight was on me now.
"It was YOU!" The mother yelled. "How dare you teach my baby such horrible language!"
"...I-I..." I couldn't find the voice to tell her the word slipped out.
"You're a bad influence to this restaurant!" Another mom cried.
The parents agreed.
"...I'm...s-sorry..." I whimpered.
But the parents couldn't hear over all the arguing. To make this situation worse, Mr. Downey came out of his office.
"What's going on around here? What's the problem?" Mr. Downey asked confused.
"One of your employees is teaching our children bad slang!" The mother complained angrily to him. The other parents agreed. "Just look at what she told my poor baby Alex!"
The mother lifted Alex from the ground to show Mr. Downey. "Shit!" Alex cried happily again. Mr. Downey then turned to me.
"Dirty scums like her should work here!!" A father yelled out.
"Yeah!" The parents agreed.
"...I...I..." I stuttered.
Christina and Amber were watching. Christina was laughing again.
"I know the next thing she'll be cleaning...her locker" Christina sneered and walked away from the scene.
The parents began to back me up into a wall. Yelling, screaming, angry glares, they were all mad at me.
"It's all your fault!" One called.
"Look what you did!" Another called.
"You shouldn't be here!" The mother yelled.
The anger, pressure...it was all too much...too overwhelming...
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I'M SORRY!" I screamed above all of their voices. Tears bursted out of my eyes...I had to get out of here.
I brushed past all the parents and burst through out the door, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Bubbles wait!" Amber called but I already ran out.
"..." Mr. Downey looked down in shame. "Amber could you go and get Bubbles stuff from her locker?"
"You're actually firing her! She said it was an accident! She did nothing wrong!" Amber yelled at him.
"Tell that to the mob of angry parents." Mr. Downey said.
Amber scowled and headed towards the hallway that lead to the lockers. Then she whirled around and glared at Mr. Downey.
"You know what Mr. Downey...f--k you! And good luck finding two replacement waitresses! I'm outta here!" She huffed and continued to march down the hallway.
"What did she say?-" Amanda asked.
"She said f--k"Tyrel answered.
"OH NOT AGAIN!!" The mother cried.
15 minutes later
I rode back to the apartment building on my bike. As I locked it to a pole I could see from the corner of my eye some guys eyeing me and the bike. I decided to ignore them...there are a lot of people like that around here.
There's no point in going there anymore...I'm so fired...I thought as I entered the apartment.
"Hey Vicky..." I greeted glumly.
"Hey" Vicky said back. My eyes widened and I looked at her completely surprised to hear something from her for the first time. As expected...her voice is pretty low.
"I'm gonna need your room key" Vicky said while flipping through a magazine.
"Why?" I asked.
"So if any new movers come, they can enter or leave the room and lock it." Vicky said sarcastically.
"...Am I sharing my room now?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"You're such a ditz!" I heard the crabby old lady. She was walking by with a garbage bag in her hand, probably full of garbage or dirty laundry. "You're movin' out sucker!"
"You haven't been paying the rent for quite a while...now you have to leave" Vicky explained solemnly. "All your stuff is in your suitcase outside your door"
The rent! I forgot! I thought.
"Please...could you just give me a day or two I'll get the mon-"
"Frankly, I can't give you extra days, don't want to, and don't care to." Vicky flipped the page of her magazine.
"But please! I need a place to stay! You don't know what I've been through to get money! So please..." I could feel my eyes water again and Vicky could see that too.
"Do I look like I'd buy a sob story?" Vicky said coldly.
One glance at her and I obviously knew the answer. My head lowered in defeat.
"Your suitcase is in front of your door, take it and go" Vicky went back to reading her magazine.
"An' good riddance!" The crabby lady said as she made her way to the entrance door.
I sighed and made my way to my apartment door. Just like she said, all my belongings and stuff were in my suitcase outside. I took the handle of it and rolled it behind me to the door.
"Ahem...the key please." Vicky reminded just as I passed her.
I took the key out of my pocket and handed to her.
"By the way..." She called again before I left "These were on the bed in your room"
Vicky handed me the newspapers with the job search articles. Vicky had a small smirk.
"There's more Xs than circles"
I stared at the newspapers for a sec before taking them and left the apartment without a word to anyone. When I came outside I looked back at the news papers...she's right...there are more Xs than circles. I glared at the newspapers, the tears were coming back to my eyes. I tossed the newspapers to the ground and stepped hard on them. I was mad at the world and myself.
I guess I'm gonna have to stay at Blossom's apartment...I thought.
That's when I noticed...two guys were hangin' real close to my bike. One of them was fiddling with the lock.
"Hey...what do you think you're-"
The lock broke open and the two guys began to run off with my bike.
"HEY! COME BACK! That's my..." I wanted to chase after them but they were already way ahead "...my bike..."
Well...maybe I could take a taxi ride to Blossom's...I got 3.50 this time! I thought again.
I went to the curb of the side walk and called out to a taxi car that was driving by. It pulled to a stop. I was about to seat myself inside but I stopped when I saw the price check on a digital screen in the front.
"Five dollars...didn't it used to be 3.50?" I asked the taxi driver.
"Haven't you heard on the news? The transportation tax went up. Its five dollars now" The taxi driver told me.
"Oh..." I remembered what it said on the news yesterday. I forgot. "Well...sorry to have wasted your time"
I came back out and closed the door. The taxi driver shrugged and drove off.
Looks like I'm walking to Blossom's... I thought sadly.
I began to walk away from the area I used to call "home." It never felt like home to me anyway...but having some sort of place to stay is better than no place at all. I took the sleeve of my dress and wiped the tears from my eyes. I forgot I was still wearing the uniform from the restaurant. I began to mutter all the horrible things that happened today.
"First Christina laughs at me, then I get the stupid 'Mop Girl' position, then a swear word slips out and I lose my job, then I get kicked out of my apartment, my bike gets stolen, and I can't take a taxi because of the new transportation tax-" I grumbled. "I don't see how this day could get any worse!"
That's when I heard a rumble...it was a rumble of thunder. I looked upward to the sky to see dark grey clouds had formed. The wind was picking up too, and a small splash of water it my forehead...then another, and another...and it began to rain...just like the weather man said. I squinted at the rain, and continued to walk. Soon everybody who was on the streets vanished as the rain came down heavier. As far as I can tell, I was the only one still in the street.
I continued to walk down the sidewalk dragging my suitcase; I'm probably half way there. That's when I saw these two shady looking guys leaning on the wall of a drug store. I could feel their eyes watching me. Feeling insecure, I started to quicken my pace to get to Blossom's as soon as possible. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see if those guys were still watching me, but one of them was gone, and the other had started to walk too...in my direction. I could feel my heart racing now that the guy was walking a little faster too.
What does he want with me?! I panicked.
I began to run down the street trying to get away from the creep. Unsurprisingly he was running after me too and catching up. If I didn't have my suitcase with me I could run a heck lot faster. I thought I could get away by dropping my suitcase and making him trip over it, but a hand then grabbed me from an alley by the waist and clasped his other hand around my mouth.
I tried to break free from the guy but he was too strong. I was able to bite down hard on his fingers making him move it at least for a sec, and a sec was all I needed. I screamed out for help as loud as I could before the guy muffled me again. Then he pressed me hard again wall in the alley. The other guy had caught up too.
I bit my lip trying not to cry, he was twisting my wrists and it was painful. I looked to see the guys behind me.
"Heh...this one's quite a cutie...I'll definitely get my pleasure from her" The guy said grinning...I could see him feeling my curves...I whimpered as he did.
The other guy who was chasing me lifted the side of his coat to reveal a gun in his pocket.
"Just do as we say babe and we promise we won't hurt ya...too much..." The guy said grinning like the other one.
I started to scan for details of the guy with the gun so if I break away I could go to the police and describe him. My eyes widened as I saw the details.
Wait...brown shaggy hair...brown eyes...black hooded sweater...K-Swiss sneakers... I gasped. It's the rapist!
O-O Holy...Bubbles is in some SERIOUS trouble! Isn't there anyone around to save her from this cruel fate? Stick around to see what happens in the next chapter! R&R!
-Candy-Gal75