Improvisus (probably not updating again)

Chapter 9

“I don’t care about the spotlight. I am the leader of the mission and you are not. It’s not about the spotlight it’s about my turn. You had your chance. This is mine.” I said quietly and dangerously. “Never say that again or I will do something much worse than this. Believe me; you would not want to be there.”

Brooke didn’t comment and I jumped back into the driver’s seat. “Nat, do you want to stay at a motel?” I no longer cared about getting to the airport as fast as possible. I just wanted to get out of the car with Brooke. If it meant sharing a hotel room, I didn’t care. There was more space than in the car.

“I think we should. Brooke and Brent are both tired, and we could use a rest too.  We’ve been going all day. One day delay shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Yeah I think you’re right.” Of course I had never been so wrong in my life.

We walked into the motel entrance.  Brent had woken up just before we pulled into the motel parking lot. He had no clue that we had put the forget spell on him. He was just very tired and needed to sleep. Before we went in we figured out the details.

“Do you guys have enough money for this?” Brooke asked. We hadn’t spoken for the rest of the car ride and I didn’t want to answer her. Thankfully Nat did.

“Yeah, Candace and I worked a lot the last while, so we have a lot of money. Of course we brought it all along, since we knew we’d need money.”

“Oh where did you guys work?” Of course Brooke had to start a conversation.

“We worked at a fresh fruit stand in the spring and summer and then in the fall and winter we worked at Tim Hortons, which didn’t pay as well. We quit in January, but we got our good pay. Of course we wouldn’t have quit if we had known the fruit stand was going out of business, so this summer we had no jobs.”

“Oh that’s good. You guys worked a lot then? Like how much, and how long?” Of course Brooke took this time to ask all the questions, but she couldn’t have asked them when we were driving.

“Yeah we worked a lot. We had started at the fruit stand in the summer going into grade nine, and then the next three springs and summers, besides this year of course. On a school day in the spring we would work at the stand four till about eight and on Saturdays and during the summer we worked every day, except for Sundays, from eight in the morning until seven at night. Then Tim Hortons we worked every winter and fall from three thirty, to nine at night. So that was busy on school nights, and then every Saturday and during Christmas break, we would work from nine to nine. We were pretty busy, but we didn’t do much and we would take the occasional break off.”

“Wow, you guys worked a very long time! You must’ve been sick of it.”

“Yeah after a while it got boring, but Candace and I always worked the same shifts.” I was getting impatient. I was sick of waiting. I was getting really tired and I just wanted to lay down in a bed and sleep.

“How much did you guys make an hour?” I rolled my eyes at Brooke, which she couldn’t see since it was dark out.

“At Tim Hortons we got paid $10.25, and at the fruit stand we got paid $14.00.”

“Wow that’s really good. How did you guys get all your homework done?”

“Well our parents made sure we had a spare every semester, so we could do our homework then.”

“How did you get all your credits?”

“We had to do online summer school courses. So after we got home from work, we would just do our schoolwork for those courses.”