I start changing into my purple tank hàng đầu, đầu trang and blue denim jeans as soon as I get home. Thinking about Dustin and how he ended up in the hospital is...tough. The police đã đưa ý kiến he crashed into a telephone pole when he hung up off the phone. I feel like everything is my fault! Hopefully he gets better soon. "Mrow?" My cat named Puma meows. "I'll be back." I start. I grab my magenta cái ví, ví tiền off the wooden dresser. "I have some work to do."

When I say 'work' I mean it. I shut the door behind me leading outside to the driveway. My mom quickly opens the door and pops her head out like a groundhog about to look at it's shadow. "Where are bạn going?" she asks. "To work." I say with an 'obviously' tone in my voice. "Okay. Could bạn get me something?" My mom starts to walk out the door and towards me. She's holding what looks like a twenty dollar bill. "Get me the People magazine if bạn can. Please and thank you." She hands me the bill. "Sure. I'll do that." I store the twenty in my purse. Getting on my bike, I wave to my mom as I'm about to go to the corner store around the corner.

If bạn haven't noticed, I have a job. A real job. Not one of those babysitting jobs that people pay bạn five dollars an giờ for. I mean a job. I happen to work at Essentials on NewBark Avenue. bạn can buy almost anything there except for furniture, carpet, tvs, well basically, thực phẩm and accesories is all bạn can purchase. I arrive near the store and park my bike in the bike rack. Opening the door, I enter the shop. "Good afternoon, Darla!" I greet. A woman with long wavy red hair turns around from the cash register counter. "How are bạn doing Bree? Ready for today?" Ah. I tình yêu the way her voice wavers like a cello playing. It's so...soothing. "I'm totally ready. What'll I need to do?" "I need bạn to," Darla grabs a big box with magazines in it and sets it on the counter. "Put these mags in section 5." "Kay." I take the box and walk to section five of the store. Darla is like, twenty-six years old and she acts like she's sixteen. That's one of the things I like about her. The other thing is that she wears skirts, leggings, and long sleeve shirts. Darla also has kids and is married. She reminds me of my aunt Savannah. I put the last magazine in the case. "There." I mumble. "Bree! Come here!" Darla calls. "Yeah?" I walk towards her. "I need to go early." "Why?" I ask. "I have to pick my son up from school. Take care of the store okay?" She starts putting her áo, áo khoác on. "Look, the cigarettes are in this drawer," Darla pats the bottom left drawer behind the counter. "And the bandages are in this one." She hits the upper right drawer. "I'll be back in an hour."