Genre: Comedy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plot: A person who accidentally poisons a drug lord.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Words to use: fast food, teenager, panic, delivery, puberty, mafia, violence, gang, profit, ransom, hit list, muscle, fear, accident, runaway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was his first job ever working at the local\u00a0fast food<\/strong>\u00a0joint down the street from his home. He was so excited to be making some money to help him buy video games. Since he was still a\u00a0teenager<\/strong>\u00a0so he wasn\u2019t worried about rent yet. His mom made sure he was on time for this job and his life was about to get turned upside down. Something unexpected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What he didn\u2019t realize that this fateful day when he started his new job was going to be quite memorable to say the least. At the beginning of his first shift, he was shown all the basics, the cook top for the burgers, the fry baskets, the microwave, the refrigerator and freezer where all the food was kept fresh for the customers. The pantry was connected with the back room that was kept for the employees break room. He was hoping that there would be no accident<\/strong> on his first day. That would be embarrassing. Some say though that there is no such things as accidents, but those people are stupid. Of course there are accidents. It was never intentional. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The most of his excitement and anxiety for his first day was taking orders from customers and handling the till. For one thing, he was still dealing with puberty<\/strong> and his voice cracked, making him feel a bit self conscious. \u201cCan I take your order?\u201d He squeaked. The customers would smile at him and would tell him what they wanted. The other thing was fear<\/strong> of messing up an order. He was pretty quick at learning how to take orders so he didn\u2019t panic<\/strong> when one came in toward the end of the first shift. But then someone did come in that he recognized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In walked a member of the local gang<\/strong>. Someone so notorious he struck fear in the hearts of many in the neighborhood. It was said that he was connected to someone in the mafia<\/strong>, but that was just rumor. What he was involved in was usually drugs and violence against his enemies. Not someone you wanted to cross paths with but here we are in a pathway about to be crossed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He swallowed hard with all his muscles<\/strong> aquiver and asked him, \u201cCan I take your order, please?\u201d His voice was even more shaky than usual. After taking his order, he dropped the bills onto the floor by accident, laughing uncomfortably with a high pitched shrill voice of someone about to pee his pants. He didn\u2019t want to be on his hit list.<\/strong> \u201cplease o please, don\u2019t let me be victim of violence<\/strong> today of all days.\u201d He thought to himself while I picked up the money, arranging it in the drawer. He had walked away already, not even worried about what he did with the money. He had so much on his worried mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man had situated himself at the back, looking toward the front door. He waited the delivery<\/strong> of his food rather patiently. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey kid, let get you to learn some of the cooking now.\u201d He learned how to make top Ramon but he hadn\u2019t graduated to cooking stuff like meat yet. His mom did that. He was shown already where everything was so he thought, \u201clet\u2019s do this.\u201d Grabby a patty from where they were stored, he slapped on the fry surface. Next he seasoned it with some stuff from a yellow tin that looked like the seasoning salt he used at home. \u201cCool.\u201d He thought. \u201cI am going to impress this dude with my cooking skills.\u201d He finished up the order including the fries and drink, proudly placing them on the plastic tray. It was safely delivered to the customer in the back who still had his eyes fixed on the front door. This customer knew that there was a ransom<\/strong> on him. The profit<\/strong> for his life was quite large. He didn\u2019t like the thought of being a runaway<\/strong> but it couldn\u2019t be helped. He had to get out of town, quick, before he was caught by someone even scarier. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The customer finished his meal quickly. He got up to leave and while he was walking toward the door he looked back and said \u201cthanks kid.\u201d That was when he stopped and fell forward right on his face. That seasoning wasn\u2019t your typical seasoning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Accidents do happen. Don\u2019t they?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Genre: Comedy Plot: A person who accidentally poisons a drug lord. Words to use: fast food, teenager, panic, delivery, puberty, mafia, violence, gang, profit, ransom, hit list, muscle, fear, accident, runaway. This was his first job ever working at the local\u00a0fast food\u00a0joint down the street from his home. 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