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As the sun shines brightly up in the sky, birds sing their song happily while here I am washing my uniform for school and work. You might be wondering why a teenage girl like me washing her uniforms at 5:56 in the morning.
Well here's flashback:
Bag! bag! bag!
''Open this damn door you rats!''- Said the loan sharks still banging hard on my door.
''Nie put all our clothes in that bag and let's exit using the back door." I grabbed a toothpaste, our toothbrush, clothes, and money on top of the table.
Lizzie, my 3 years old sister was still sleeping on the old sofa that my dad first bought when we moved here. I caressed her left cheek gently then tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She has a blond hair like dad while me I have my mother's hair, black with a little bit of white. (Like the granny hair look.)
Their knocking got louder, my mom put the bookshelf behind the door to buy us some time. I picked up my little sis and grabbed her favorite red pacifier that she was holding tightly in her left hand.
''Nie, let's go!'' She said to me trying to keep her voice down.
I gave mom our bags and run out of the grim building that we've been living for 1 and a half year.
Your probably wondering where my father was, well he left us with nothing but a huge debt.
He's such a nice creature. (sarcasm)
After running for minutes we have stopped in front of a bar. There were many people getting drunk and dancing inside the bar. I looked at the sign and read it.
'Black Queen Bar'
Suddenly a black Cadillac slow down then stopped, three men got out of the vehicle. I saw the bald one putting a gun in his back pocket.
Uh oh. We need to hide immediately! Think Queenie! Think!!
I grab my mom's hand and drag her inside the bar. I know she noticed them, I can clearly see how a sweat drops from her forehead down to the floor.
We sat down and called for a waiter. I only see one waiter and one bartender and there are a lot of people here!? When I said a LOT I mean it-
My thoughts were disrupted when a man came to our table. First, he looked at my little sis then back to my mom then to me. After that he asked looking at my mom: ''Shouldn't little kids be in the house not in a bar?''
My mom was now trembling a little bit and she tried to open mouth but then she closed it. So I replied instead: ''Sir, we would only like to stay for a minute to drink some cola or water. ''
He looked at me and about to say something when a pretty girl approached him.
''Lucas! Another waiter quit, what should we do?! We won't last for the night if we only have few waiters.'' - said the waitress.
I turned to the lady and asked if I could apply as a waiter. Lucas raised his right eyebrow and asked how old am I, so I answered 17. He just looks at me and shakes his head. They were about to turn around when I pulled him back.
He can think that I'm crazy or whatever but I really need this job. We won't live if I don't take this opportunity. And I knew that those booger heads will find us again.
''Please, sir? I really need this job, I won't be late and I'll do my best!'' I pleaded using my puppy eyes.
He looks at me in the eyes and swallows a lump that's in his throat then glanced back at my mom who's trying to hush my little sis, she looked up and said it's okay. Mom knows that if only one of us work we will be doomed.
I got hired!
They teach me what to do and what not to do, showed me the whole place and gave me my uniform.
I'll work 6-14 hours a day, 7 days a week and I get paid $2.19 hourly plus tips, which are usually between $50 and $100 per shift.
But sadly it was rare....
End of the flashback.
As for my uniforms, my mom used them to clean my little sis vomit.
I wish I was a lasagne... At least I'm delicious.
To be continued.
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