Entry 1 (Part 1)
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"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
"Hey, table # 7!"
"Here it is, just a moment!" I shout at the counter as I am inside the staff room and tying my hair. I'm here part time now, part time as a waiter at my aunt and uncle's well -known restaurant. Part time without pay. Well, there is a salary but the salary they promised me that they will all pay my school expenses which is actually a little bit unfair. Because I am a scholar at school which means there is no problem with my tuition and allowance, my aunt and uncle will only pay the miscellaneous fees. But I also agreed to that deal since my lunch and dinner here at their restaurant are free. The only problem I often have with myself is paying rent, bills and unexpected fees such as medicines since I don't earn any money here this part time. Sometimes I just take small jobs to earn money, but I don't push drugs or have abortions whatsoever, the small jobs I take are sensible. For example, I am the one who tutors my neighbor's child every time they have tests or I am the one who washes their clothes.
I no longer have parents, they died when I was 10 and since then I have taken care of myself. I don't have as many relatives to take care of me because they don't want a burden, but because of my mother's sister and aunt, they let me work here at their restaurant and they take care of my studies. But I'm also not happy with the way they took care of me, it seems like they don't consider me a relative either, it's just like a burden. Nakakaasar kumbaga. Tsk. I can cry now, feel my life. The next day, my story will be on MMK. Ajujuju. Just a joke, I didn't cry over things like that. Nothing would happen in my life if I just acted out and pretended to be emo.
"Hey Eya, how long have you been here! Take the order from table number 7!"
"Yes! Yes! There it is!" I left the staff room, secretly making faces, I took the notebook and paper on which I would write the order and went straight to table number 7.
I was approaching the table and I saw a man turned away from me and a woman was there, couples ata. The woman was beautiful, with long curly hair that was auburn color. He is white, his nose is piercing, he has a cleft chin and then the red of his lips. Her eyes are blue, absolutely foreign.
"Goodevening maam and sir, may I take your orders please?" I smiled to greet them when I arrived at their table but I was just shocked by what I saw.
"Wait, you look familiar ..." the guy pointed at me, he was the "time guy", he was the one who asked me the other day what time it was but I answered stupidly. Shet. Taken na sya? Aaaw. /sad face
But whether he is taken or not, as if he will notice me, right? Who's going to shoot Shrek's long lost sister like me?
I was approaching the table and I saw a man turned away from me and a woman was there, couples ata. The woman was beautiful, with long curly hair that was auburn color. He is white, his nose is piercing, he has a cleft chin and then the red of his lips. Her eyes are blue, absolutely foreign.
"Goodevening maam and sir, may I take your orders please?" I smiled to greet them when I arrived at their table but I was just shocked by what I saw.
"Wait, you look familiar ..." the guy pointed at me, he was the "time guy", he was the one who asked me the other day what time it was but I answered stupidly. Shet. Taken na sya? Aaaw. /sad face
But whether he is taken or not, as if he will notice me, right? Who's going to shoot Shrek's long lost sister like me?
I was approaching the table and I saw a man turned away from me and a woman was there, couples ata. The woman was beautiful, with long curly hair that was auburn color. He is white, his nose is piercing, he has a cleft chin and then the red of his lips. Her eyes are blue, absolutely foreign.
"Goodevening maam and sir, may I take your orders please?" I smiled to greet them when I arrived at their table but I was just shocked by what I saw.
"Wait, you look familiar ..." the guy pointed at me, he was the "time guy", he was the one who asked me the other day what time it was but I answered stupidly. Shet. Taken na sya? Aaaw. /sad face
But whether he is taken or not, as if he will notice me, right? Who's going to shoot Shrek's long lost sister like me?
I was approaching the table and I saw a man turned away from me and a woman was there, couples ata. The woman was beautiful, with long curly hair that was auburn color. He is white, his nose is piercing, he has a cleft chin and then the red of his lips. Her eyes are blue, absolutely foreign.
"Goodevening maam and sir, may I take your orders please?" I smiled to greet them when I arrived at their table but I was just shocked by what I saw.
"Wait, you look familiar ..." the guy pointed at me, he was the "time guy", he was the one who asked me the other day what time it was but I answered stupidly. Shet. Taken na sya? Aaaw. /sad face
But whether he is taken or not, as if he will notice me, right? Who's going to shoot Shrek's long lost sister like me?
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