Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 89
I saw a few girls spit out their gum and others began
dragging their shoes across the floor or taking them
off. One of the girls put a water bottle away and
another finished off a bag of chips. “Now, what are
your names?”
Sabrina began pointed to the girls as she went. “This
is Valerie, Peyton, Jessie, and Hilary. They’re on the
cheer squad. Cheyenne, Cara and I are on Cross
Country.” I waved at the girls.
“I’m Savannah and I don’t do sports,” I replied as I
opened the back door. The girls began to pile into the
car, giggling as they sat down. Sabrina took the
passenger’s seat and I sat in the driver’s seat.
Before I could even tell them that there will be no
music, Sabrina began blasting pop music. They all
started singing, or should I say screaming, along to
the song. I felt like a soccer mom.
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When we reached the mall, the girls began to file out
of the car. “Are you guys going to need rides
home?” I asked and Sabrina smiled sheepishly.
“Valerie and I do,” she smiled and I nodded.
“How long will you guys be?” I asked and Sabrina
placed a finger on her chin.
“About 2 or 3 hours,” she replied and I groaned
loudly.
“What am I supposed to do for 2 or 3 hours?” I
complained.
“You could always call Jonah,” Cara sang. The other
girls laughed and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not going to call Jonah,” I imitated the way she
said Jonah’s voice.
The girls let out loud laughs. Sabrina took out her
phone and began clacking away. “I’m pretty sure
Georgia’s here; I think she works today.”
I shrugged and sat down at a table in the food court
while the girls ran off. A few moments later, I heard
someone shout my name. “Savannah!”
I looked up to see Georgia flying through the air, her
arms outspread. “Hey, Georgia,” I stood up and
allowed her to latch herself onto me. It was awkward
how everyone was staring at us but when she
grinned at me, I just rolled my eyes.
“How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” she
continued and I rolled my eyes again. I’ve been
doing a lot of eye rolling.
“I saw you less than a week ago,” I told her,
motioning for her to sit down. “Anyway, what are
you doing here?”
“I work here,” she told me with a grin. I noticed her
‘Cinnamon Cart’ outfit. Both of my eyebrows rose
and I held back a laugh. “I know, I know, it’s a nerdy
outfit but it pays well!”
“How much?” I asked her and she shrugged.
“A bit more than minimum wage and I work 4 days
for 3 hours each,” she told me.
I nodded my head; I make about the same amount
but I work more. “Sounds fun.”
She shrugged. “I also get to see the hot guys eat
cinnamon treats.”
I smiled. “Are you on break?” I asked her and she
shrugged, glancing at her phone.
“I have 5 minutes,” she grinned.
“How about we go back to your job and not get you
fired?” I laughed while she continued to smile.
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