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Post by Kristen McKenzie on Jul 7, 2010 13:33:42 GMT -5
Kristen had just gotten a call from her manager that morning to come in for a few hours to cover one of her co-workers shift. Kristin worked at the forever 21 store at the mall and although she loved her job she hated to come in on Saturdays it was too busy. Her manger also asked her if she could please stay a extra two hours to help with the payroll. Kristen was more than willing to but she just hoped that no one would want to make plans and she would have to tell them no. Kristen hated to do that, cancel plans because she never wanted to pass a opportunity to go out.
Once the clock turn to the 12 Kristen knew she had to hurry she had to start working at 1 so she hopped in her pink Honda civic and decided to drop by real fast to get a Duking Donuts coffee. When she got to the drive thru Kristen order her coffee and then drove up to the window the person who attended her couldn’t have looked scarier they had piercings up the cuwhooziz. The person also had a big blue Mohawk and the darkest black on ever found on the planet.
Kristen who was keen on fashion figured she would offer some pointers to the person serving her coffee to her. Kristen told them that light blues and dark blues were in and that a tad of red would not be a bad idea. Just as long as they didn’t put white in the mix it was ok because no one should look like the Fourth of July. The person who had finally finished the coffee and now had it in their hand looked at Kristen and was about to say something which Kristen hoped would be good. Attachments:
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Post by Quenten Ferris on Jul 7, 2010 21:58:46 GMT -5
After a heated argument with Rye and a series of "Fuck you" followed by slamming doors, Quenten had enough.
Enough fighting. Enough family. Enough of everything.
He got into his car and sped around town finding his favorite donut place. He hit the drive up and ordered four chocolate glazed donuts and a large black coffee and started to pull around to see a young girl looking chatty with the window help.
'Fucking great...' he muttered to himself. He sat there for what seemed forever till he started to lay on the horn and yell out the window.
"Hey, move it! Some of us need our sugar!" He revved the motor like he was going to floor it any moment. Maybe she'd get the message now.
He waited impatiently for the girl to drive away.
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