Stephanie:
"Why, thank you kind Sir." I said as I got out of the car. I then straightened my shirt. I hated when that thing got all crumpled up. It never failed to bother me. "So, I do believe we are off to your job." I said, plastering a fake smile on. Mentally I added "Your horrible, stinky job. Of course, I would never say that. He knew as much as I did that he needed this job. If he quit, we would have no money. To eat, we needed money. It sucked, though. I hated coming here just as much as I hated staying home. It was like I had to choose between two evils. Come here or stay home. And those were to horrible evils. If I had my way, if parents would have never kicked him out. Then it would only be me that was hungry without a job. That, and they way his parents kicked him out looked like it still pained him a little. Otherwise he would have no acted like he did at the restruant. That thought sent a shiver up my spin. I hoped he did not see that. It would be a rather difficult thing to explain. I would rather not have to explain anything. He just never took 'nothing' as an answer.