Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 3Zac Attack
The next few days at the mall passed without much excitement. In-between waiting for customers to show up (which only happened every once in a great while), I spent the majority of my time working on homework and trying to understand exactly why so many Greek letters are used in mathematics. When I tired of pi and theta, there was biochemistry and physics to keep my mind engaged. The homework was so intense; I'd gotten into the habit of simply putting the pencil behind my ear whenever someone showed up thirsty at the Slush Shop counter. That way, I could just resume working on the impossible equations and whatnot whenever the customer left.
Luckily, Wyatt usually stopped by whenever he was on a coffee break. I was shocked to learn he had such an acute caffeine addiction; it would've worried me if I hadn't been so utterly consumed by countless other worries. Nevertheless, his visits were a great reprieve
Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 2Puerto Rico Eyes
Eating within the mall seemed to make the most sense, so I decided to dine at the
infamous Burger McFlipster's. Apparently, the employees are required to sing
while filling your order, so I decided to check it out. Shirley, the girl covering the
next shift at the Slush Shop, told me the one guy was cute, too, so it couldn't be that
bad. Besides, I was really in the mood for a burger.
I left my apron behind the counter at the Slush Shop, so I finally got the chance to
walk around without being called Mariquita. The hot pink was a bit bright for my
tastes, anyway; I much preferred my dark green, shoulder-less, long-sleeved
sweater and plaid miniskirt. Darker colors tend to attract less attention, and I'm not
exactly a huge fan of the spotlight. Dark green's also my favorite color, as it's very
comforting, easy on the eyes, and just plain serene.
Anyway, back to the story. Burger McFlipster's is quite an interesting venue, with
glossy metal and a color scheme remin
Drum Lines and Grip Tape Ch. 1Blue Razzle
"Before you start shouting, let me explain."
I curled my arms into a tight knot against my chest, glaring out of the
passenger window of my brother's red Volvo. I could feel the skin above my
nose beginning to wrinkle as I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips.
"Fine. I'll give you thirty seconds," I permitted, still determined not to look
"Mars, this isn't like you. Come on, look at me," he pleaded, and I almost
began feeling sorry for him. Almost.
"You just wasted about ten seconds there, Zac."
He sighed and resigned himself to his fate. "Look, I know you didn't come
up here to work, but it might do you some good to get a job. I'm not asking
you to forget about academics. I just think a part-time job would help you to
learn some of the more valuable aspects of being an adult."
"As if my summer regimen isn't going to be strict enough; now I have to add
work on top of it," I sulked.
"Oh, it won't be that bad."
I shot him a glare out of the corner of my eye, cur