Friday, May 13th, 5:08 P.M.
Today, my friends and I went to grab something to
eat after school. My parents were okay
with it because it’s not a school night and I didn’t tell them I was doing it
beforehand. We went to the “authentic”
opfer dining restaurant that just opened up by the cultural center. We figured we’d better go there before
another verbrecher gang smashes and torches the place again.
Sparra couldn’t go with us because he was
working. It was just me, Delany, Wanda,
Delany’s boyfriend Matthew, and Wanda’s boyfriend Aaron. I wasn’t a third wheel in this situation, I
was a fifth wheel.
My Hipster is a great tool to distract me from
awkward situations like this. While
Delany and Matthew were being cute and playful with each other, and Wanda and
Aaron feeling each other up over their clothes, I was shooting cartoon animals
at other cartoon animals. The explosions
emitted from my Hipster took my mind away from Delany being all lovey-dovey
with a guy who’s not me. Really.
Just as the food we ordered was being served to us,
a chime came from my Hipster. My Mom had
sent me the following email.
Hato,
You just
received a message from Cheryl at DFPS.
She was calling to tell you that you hadn’t gotten the job. Sorry.
Also, when are you coming home?
Mom
So not only am I a fifth wheel and
still unemployed, but now my Mom is starting to harp on me. Oh joy.
Ugh.
Hato Shurtleff
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment