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It was just another typical Sunday morning when the birds were singing, the sun was shining and the world kept moving. What the heck was I blabbering about? Actually, there was no bird singing but I had a bunch of cooked Peri-peri chickens with various flavors, lemon and herb, medium, hot, extra hot and extra extra hot. And your guesses were right, I worked at Nando’s as a part time job. I had shifts on Sunday and Wednesday. I was trying my hardest to make a living. My mom and dad weren’t the most well paid workers so in order to keep the house in good shape, I had to roll in the world of drudgery. I still went to school normally. And it wasn’t just any schools. It was a prestigious private high school called Collinswood. I managed to get a full scholarship from the school with a lot of help, encouragement from my secondary school’s friends and teachers, including Angie. Speak of the devil…
The door swung in as a slim figure appeared behind it. The girl walked in light-footedly while her perfectly waterfall braided blond hair slightly floated with the tender wind. She looked stand out with a bright red duffle coat and rolled jeans. A steel gray chunky circular scarf wrapped around her neck. Many guys’ eyes were pinning on her, following her every single move. Haplessly, she paid no heed to all of them. Her turquoise eyes flickered when she spotted me looking at her in awe behind the counter. A wide smile quickly spread across her face as she rushed toward me. Inwardly, I had a feeling that this girl wanted to take away more than half of my shift to go on and on about her traumatic relationship with Brad, the captain of the Collin soccer team. It seemed that Brad had been unbelievably quiet recently. This was no good sign for my beloved best friend. Therefore, since last week’s Friday, I had been spending most of my times to listen to her complain even if it meant that I’d have to be wide awake because she usually called me in the middle of the night. The most emotional moment of the day.
My phone made a small buzz in my jeans’ pocket. I rolled my eyes then flicked it out of the pocket.
Why is she here? – Brad
Look into the mirror you idiot. – Mia
Well, DO something. – Brad
… No way. - Mia
Come on! - Brad
I sighed at the text message from the lover boy and put my mobile away. Angie leaned on the counter her blue eyes lashing back and forth at the huge menu board above our head curiously. What was this girl doing?
"I know you don’t eat these." I said as if it was a matter of fact (It was). Parting with the menu, Angie’s eyes glanced down to me... Here we go.
"Miaaaa! When does you shift end?" She whined as I took a step back from amazement.
"My shift ends at twelve." I casually told her. My eyes darted to the kitchen clearly seeing Brad's desperate cerulean eyes through the small blur circle glass window on the door. What the hell was wrong with these two?
As far as I got to know at that moment, it seemed that in order to prepare a massive surprise for
Angie's birthday which was three weeks away, Brad secretly took some part time jobs including the job here, Nando's. He told me that knowing Angie’s healthy regimen, he only picked the restaurants that the girl would never go by. Well, apparently, there was full of amazement ahead.
“Oh,” Angie’s voice became a bit higher as she said. “Can’t you skip?”
“No. You know I don’t skip on work, Angie.”
Angie was on the verge of a brilliant fake crying scene but knowing I wouldn’t play truant, she just stood up straight and rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, how come you are my bestie?”
“Talk to ya later, I got real customers right behind you.” I gave her the smile.
Before walking away with disapproval, Angie ordered randomly a salad and a cup of coffee. While I was busy taking order from other customers, Brad tried to signal an apology to me from inside the kitchen but I just ignored him. Served him right for leaving me alone out here dealing with so many customers.
“You should talk things out with her.” I said while putting the dishes on the tray. Brad remained silent for a few seconds.
“But I wanted it to be a surprise.” said he.
“I know, but still,” I sighed. “You don’t have to isolate yourself from her.”
“It’s just so hard to keep secret from her.” Brad leaned on the wall crossing arms with a slight frown. I had to admit that I was a bit of jealous of these two sometimes, though I didn’t know why. I meant they were so in love. The way they acted when they were together, their goofy smiles when they were thinking about each other, made me want to be loved sometimes. Brad and Angie were well-known as the cutest couple of Collinswood. They were both blondes, had beautiful blue eyes, perfect body proportion, outgoing and nice. In short, Brad and Angela were the Ken and Barbie of Collinswood High. And who would have thought that those two could have such kind of problem like this.
After my shift ended, Angie dragged me to the mall with her. We went through all the stores trying everything that was eye-catching. I was taken aback to see no complaint nor negative histrionics from her. Maybe Brad had texted her and arranged a date. But if it was really that, her expression shouldn't be like this. She would be overwhelmed with joy. My best friend would go frenzy, ask over and over what she should wear to the date (even though she looks good in anything). She would dig up her huge closet just to find the right dress. However, the Angie, at this moment, was calmly buying clothes, trying random dresses with no special emotion. Who are you?! And what have you done to my Angie? I mentally screamed.
“Hey, are you OK?” I asked her, my hands nervously slid into my pockets. The premonition haunting me for several hours was about to come true as the gap in our supposed-to-be conversation was getting longer and longer.
“Brad works in the same place as you, doesn’t he?” There was this coldness in her voice that seemed so strange for me. I could feel my palms were getting sweaty. No words of protest came out of my dry throat. I was standing on the verge of choosing whether to protect Brad’s life secret or side up with my bestie and ruin Brad’s massive surprise for her. This was such a dilemma. “I saw him walked out of Nando’s right before your shift ended.”
I still remained silent. Needed more times to think comprehensively about what I should choose. How can Brad be so stupid? Didn't he know that she was sitting outside? He should have moved like ninja or at least stayed inside until the coast cleared.
“You said you didn’t know what he was doing but he worked at Nando’s. The same one as yours, even the same shift.”
“Angie, I…”
“OK, I get it. Please give me sometimes, and then we can talk.” She hanged back the white dress on before storming out of the store, leaving me standing there with both eyes wide opened.
What.the.heck?
~*~
As soon as I arrived home, I let my body dropped on the bed emotionlessly. My hand moved forward reaching for the laptop. I couldn’t stop thinking about Angela and Brad. At first, It was just their idiotic little lovers’ quarrel then it turned into this. Ugh, I thought Sunday was supposed to be the best day in the week. Now I’m going to have two bad days continuously: Sunday and Monday. As the mouse clicked on the Chrome icon, a new window popped up on the screen with the Twitter site already loading. I set it as one of the pages to open on startup. My hand idly pressed the down button causing the endless flowing stream of tweets. When staring at the animated tweets became boring, my overloaded brain decided to tweet something.
The outcome was as tasteless as usual.
DayDreamer (@JustMiaN): So much for a Sunday. #tired
Edward. (@hesloveturtles): @JustMiaN What’s wrong?
DayDreamer (@justMiaN): @hesloveturtles Just a bad Sunday.
Edward. (@hesloveturtles): @JustMiaN People don’t use ‘just’ for a bad day.
DayDreamer (@justMiaN): @hesloveturtles Guess that I’m not one of those people.
After sending the last reply, I waited a few minutes while Edward took his time to tweet back. What was he doing? I felt like hours had passed already. My arms stretched up then fell down. Boys, they always tend to do things at their own pace. Seeing that idly waiting for Edward would be a waste of times, I quickly jogged down stair and grabbed a drink. There was nothing left but a can of milk in the refrigerator. It was almost expired. Taking the can of milk with me, I jogged back to my room and found the tiny blue light under |Me|. My hand quickly grasped the mouse then clicked on the Me column. It was the direct message’s box that shining with a blue dot in the button.
@hesloveturtles: Want to talk about your disastrous Sunday?
~*~*~*~*~
It was just another typical Sunday morning when the birds were singing, the sun was shining and the world kept moving. What the heck was I blabbering about? Actually, there was no bird singing but I had a bunch of cooked Peri-peri chickens with various flavors, lemon and herb, medium, hot, extra hot and extra extra hot. And your guesses were right, I worked at Nando’s as a part time job. I had shifts on Sunday and Wednesday. I was trying my hardest to make a living. My mom and dad weren’t the most well paid workers so in order to keep the house in good shape, I had to roll in the world of drudgery. I still went to school normally. And it wasn’t just any schools. It was a prestigious private high school called Collinswood. I managed to get a full scholarship from the school with a lot of help, encouragement from my secondary school’s friends and teachers, including Angie. Speak of the devil…
The door swung in as a slim figure appeared behind it. The girl walked in light-footedly while her perfectly waterfall braided blond hair slightly floated with the tender wind. She looked stand out with a bright red duffle coat and rolled jeans. A steel gray chunky circular scarf wrapped around her neck. Many guys’ eyes were pinning on her, following her every single move. Haplessly, she paid no heed to all of them. Her turquoise eyes flickered when she spotted me looking at her in awe behind the counter. A wide smile quickly spread across her face as she rushed toward me. Inwardly, I had a feeling that this girl wanted to take away more than half of my shift to go on and on about her traumatic relationship with Brad, the captain of the Collin soccer team. It seemed that Brad had been unbelievably quiet recently. This was no good sign for my beloved best friend. Therefore, since last week’s Friday, I had been spending most of my times to listen to her complain even if it meant that I’d have to be wide awake because she usually called me in the middle of the night. The most emotional moment of the day.
My phone made a small buzz in my jeans’ pocket. I rolled my eyes then flicked it out of the pocket.
Why is she here? – Brad
Look into the mirror you idiot. – Mia
Well, DO something. – Brad
… No way. - Mia
Come on! - Brad
I sighed at the text message from the lover boy and put my mobile away. Angie leaned on the counter her blue eyes lashing back and forth at the huge menu board above our head curiously. What was this girl doing?
"I know you don’t eat these." I said as if it was a matter of fact (It was). Parting with the menu, Angie’s eyes glanced down to me... Here we go.
"Miaaaa! When does you shift end?" She whined as I took a step back from amazement.
"My shift ends at twelve." I casually told her. My eyes darted to the kitchen clearly seeing Brad's desperate cerulean eyes through the small blur circle glass window on the door. What the hell was wrong with these two?
As far as I got to know at that moment, it seemed that in order to prepare a massive surprise for
Angie's birthday which was three weeks away, Brad secretly took some part time jobs including the job here, Nando's. He told me that knowing Angie’s healthy regimen, he only picked the restaurants that the girl would never go by. Well, apparently, there was full of amazement ahead.
“Oh,” Angie’s voice became a bit higher as she said. “Can’t you skip?”
“No. You know I don’t skip on work, Angie.”
Angie was on the verge of a brilliant fake crying scene but knowing I wouldn’t play truant, she just stood up straight and rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, how come you are my bestie?”
“Talk to ya later, I got real customers right behind you.” I gave her the smile.
Before walking away with disapproval, Angie ordered randomly a salad and a cup of coffee. While I was busy taking order from other customers, Brad tried to signal an apology to me from inside the kitchen but I just ignored him. Served him right for leaving me alone out here dealing with so many customers.
“You should talk things out with her.” I said while putting the dishes on the tray. Brad remained silent for a few seconds.
“But I wanted it to be a surprise.” said he.
“I know, but still,” I sighed. “You don’t have to isolate yourself from her.”
“It’s just so hard to keep secret from her.” Brad leaned on the wall crossing arms with a slight frown. I had to admit that I was a bit of jealous of these two sometimes, though I didn’t know why. I meant they were so in love. The way they acted when they were together, their goofy smiles when they were thinking about each other, made me want to be loved sometimes. Brad and Angie were well-known as the cutest couple of Collinswood. They were both blondes, had beautiful blue eyes, perfect body proportion, outgoing and nice. In short, Brad and Angela were the Ken and Barbie of Collinswood High. And who would have thought that those two could have such kind of problem like this.
After my shift ended, Angie dragged me to the mall with her. We went through all the stores trying everything that was eye-catching. I was taken aback to see no complaint nor negative histrionics from her. Maybe Brad had texted her and arranged a date. But if it was really that, her expression shouldn't be like this. She would be overwhelmed with joy. My best friend would go frenzy, ask over and over what she should wear to the date (even though she looks good in anything). She would dig up her huge closet just to find the right dress. However, the Angie, at this moment, was calmly buying clothes, trying random dresses with no special emotion. Who are you?! And what have you done to my Angie? I mentally screamed.
“Hey, are you OK?” I asked her, my hands nervously slid into my pockets. The premonition haunting me for several hours was about to come true as the gap in our supposed-to-be conversation was getting longer and longer.
“Brad works in the same place as you, doesn’t he?” There was this coldness in her voice that seemed so strange for me. I could feel my palms were getting sweaty. No words of protest came out of my dry throat. I was standing on the verge of choosing whether to protect Brad’s life secret or side up with my bestie and ruin Brad’s massive surprise for her. This was such a dilemma. “I saw him walked out of Nando’s right before your shift ended.”
I still remained silent. Needed more times to think comprehensively about what I should choose. How can Brad be so stupid? Didn't he know that she was sitting outside? He should have moved like ninja or at least stayed inside until the coast cleared.
“You said you didn’t know what he was doing but he worked at Nando’s. The same one as yours, even the same shift.”
“Angie, I…”
“OK, I get it. Please give me sometimes, and then we can talk.” She hanged back the white dress on before storming out of the store, leaving me standing there with both eyes wide opened.
What.the.heck?
~*~
As soon as I arrived home, I let my body dropped on the bed emotionlessly. My hand moved forward reaching for the laptop. I couldn’t stop thinking about Angela and Brad. At first, It was just their idiotic little lovers’ quarrel then it turned into this. Ugh, I thought Sunday was supposed to be the best day in the week. Now I’m going to have two bad days continuously: Sunday and Monday. As the mouse clicked on the Chrome icon, a new window popped up on the screen with the Twitter site already loading. I set it as one of the pages to open on startup. My hand idly pressed the down button causing the endless flowing stream of tweets. When staring at the animated tweets became boring, my overloaded brain decided to tweet something.
The outcome was as tasteless as usual.
DayDreamer (@JustMiaN): So much for a Sunday. #tired
Edward. (@hesloveturtles): @JustMiaN What’s wrong?
DayDreamer (@justMiaN): @hesloveturtles Just a bad Sunday.
Edward. (@hesloveturtles): @JustMiaN People don’t use ‘just’ for a bad day.
DayDreamer (@justMiaN): @hesloveturtles Guess that I’m not one of those people.
After sending the last reply, I waited a few minutes while Edward took his time to tweet back. What was he doing? I felt like hours had passed already. My arms stretched up then fell down. Boys, they always tend to do things at their own pace. Seeing that idly waiting for Edward would be a waste of times, I quickly jogged down stair and grabbed a drink. There was nothing left but a can of milk in the refrigerator. It was almost expired. Taking the can of milk with me, I jogged back to my room and found the tiny blue light under |Me|. My hand quickly grasped the mouse then clicked on the Me column. It was the direct message’s box that shining with a blue dot in the button.
@hesloveturtles: Want to talk about your disastrous Sunday?
~*~*~*~*~
Notes
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12/29/13