CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I could barely feel any part of my body as I locked my locker at the restaurant. Day one and thanks to my douchebag housemate, I was not only the last to leave after cleaning up the kitchen but also the one likely to miss class tomorrow. In the movies, they made it look like having an after school was something easy and here I was, literally breaking my back on my first day of work. I glanced at my wrist watch, grimacing when I saw it was already twelve thirty at night.
Only the night guard and the manager were present when I walked out. A grim look danced on Mrs. Feder’s face, something that was easily becoming familiar to me, when she spotted me. I played dumb, attempting to walk past her.
“Its forty-five minutes past my closing time. Tomorrow you get fired if this
