2. II :: Getting The Job
Getting The Job
after moved in
"Where do you think you're going?" My mom's voice snapped at me while I stood at the door with my skateboard. "And you should get rid of that gross thing, you're father gave it to you."
No sh*t, I thought sarcastically, I never realized.
I lifted my middle finger before leaving and skateboarding to explore my new neighborhood.
I rid for about ten minutes before I came across a cute shop that said Mel's and had a help wanted sign. It was a bakery and I loved baking. Lucia always had me help her make food for my parents.
I stopped my board and walked in with it in my hand. The bakery was the cutest thing I had ever seen. It was more of a cafe and had the cutest hipster set up.
"Hello dear. Can I help you?" An older woman asked me.
"Uh," I said, "I'm Violet. I saw your help wanted sign?" It came out more as a question then a statement.
She smiled sweetly. "How old are you love?" She asked.
"About 12 years."
"You start on Monday."