The Group

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    My phone buzzed.
   I'm on xbox so i don't pay much attention. I'm playing apex.
    "To your left! Yeah. There's a team in front of us. Do you want to push it?"
    My friends voice comes back "Let's do it"
Someone calls me and at first I ignore my phone till they call again.
Another friends voice fills my ears. "Lets start a mental health group on tictok. Like let's go live and help people."
"Okay. Let's do it. When do you want to start?"
She looks at me over FaceTime. "Now."
I nod slowly. "Okay. But i work soon. So i won't be able to help till i'm off"
   I watch her nod. "Sounds good to me. I want to help people. Make there days better"
     I smile and them and rather harshly jerked back to reality as my teams getting pushed heavily. My friends panicked voice fills my head.  "THERE PUSHING!! FROM THE LEFT!"
    My attention goes to the game as my controller vibrates telling me i'm being shot.
    "Fuck! Um um um! ....damnit" I watched as -Squad Eliminated- flashes across my screen.
     I can hear my friend laughing on my phone as I huff.
     "I 100% blame you!" My face says other wise.
     She snickers as I shut my xbox down having to get ready for work. "I have to go love. Work time"
     She looks a bit pouty.
   "I have to workkkkk" she grumbles before nodding.
   "fine fine fine. go work"
    Sighing i get in my car not ready for this shift. Actually very ready for it to be over.
     It takes me 5 minutes to get there.
    I'm instantly put on carts. Which is far more okay with me than it probably should be.
    I head out and start working calling Sylver back.
   "it's going to be loud. but i'm able to call. I'm on carts."
      She hears me give a grunt as i drag 8-9 carts from the station and lead them to the in. This is what i get to do for 8 hours.
Looking down I see shes frowning. "Your arm still hurting?"
I give a small nod.
"You need to let yourself rest...Love you can't push yourself."
"I don't have much a choice right now."
I can see the worry on her face.
"I'll be okay. Promise"
A yell from across the parking lot grabs my attention.
"YO KY!" a nickname given by my best friend.
"See if you can get on carts. I'll need the help"
She nods going in. Coming out a little later.
Christmas is coming up. No matter how much we bring in more carts come out.

      Finally my shifts over and i'm able to go home.

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