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“Are you on your way to pick me up?“ I asked hoping with all my might that her answer would be ‘yes I’m right outside waiting for you right now!’. It was hard I know but I had self-control. She fell victim to the gangsters, shiny rims and the fancy cars. Since she was my older sister by two years she was always getting into stuff I didn’t even want to ask her what she was doing. “Hey boo, what’s up?” She managed to finally greet me. I heard her cleared her throat and sniffle. The music volume was lowered and I heard panting. “I’m sorry I’ll be right back to take your order.” I cut off the customer before returning to the phone call. “Selena? Hello?” I whispered into the phone. She didn’t say hello but I heard her blasting Trina in the background. The phone rang twice before she answered. It’s my last year in high school and I don’t want to be stuck in Camden with a part-time job like all the other people here. I’m not a cranky person, I know it sounds like that, but I’m just in a place I know I don’t deserve to be. I needed to make sure my sister was on her way to pick me up because sitting around and listening to my male-coworkers perv on me was not in the plan for tonight. I slipped my hand into my black uniform pants pocket and pulled my beat up Blackberry Curve out. I shrugged and checked my watch, I had five solid minutes til’ I could clock out for the day. “Have a nice day, next window please.” I smiled. I put the money in the register and handed him his receipt. I could tell I touched a nerve and hurt his feelings but I didn’t give a fuck. “Here.“ He said practically hurling the money at me. He gave me the stank-eye, all the guys around here did, I wasn’t interested in their broke asses anyway. “Your order comes up to twelve dollars and thirty-five cents.” I responded icily.
He licked the ash off of his lips… Or it could of been cocaine? Either way, I rolled my eyes and held my hand out waiting for the cash he owed to land in my petite, un-manicured hands. “Mmm, how can I get you in my car shawty?“ A greasy, gold-mouthed, customer said as he rolled up. It was actually the most popular hang out second to the corner store or the basketball courts so there was never a slow day or easy shift. I’ve lived in Camden, New Jersey all my life and there was about five McDonald's buildings on every block. I sighed as the fat ass recited his order and I rung up the total. “That’ll be twelve dollars and thirty-five cents please roll up to the first window.” I signaled and sent the order over to the kitchen workers. “Welcome to McDonald’s, may I take you order?“ I said into my headset for perhaps the hundredth time today.