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fardell24“So, why couldn’t she get her job back at Governor’s Park?” Sandi asked as the former Fashion Club members left Kelly’s Boutique.
“That is a personal matter, Sandi!” Quinn said.
“If you, like say so!” Sandi said dismissively.
Quinn shook her head as she entered the next store.
“Quinn?”
Quinn turned around as she and her friends came out of a store. “Hi, Jeffy.”
“Hi, Quinn, I see you’re here shopping,” Jeffy Brown-Mercer said.
“Not only that,” Quinn said.
“She’s looking for a job!” Stacy said.
“Sta-cy, do you like, have to advertise that fact to everyone in the Mall?” Sandi asked.
“I can do that if I want to, Sandi,” Stacy said.
‘It’s good that Stacy is continuing to grow more confident,’ Quinn thought.
“Oh, so what sort of job are you looking for?” Jeffy asked.
“Either retail, or a place in a restaurant somewhere,” Quinn replied.
“So, where are Joey and that other guy? His name like, escapes me at the moment,” Sandi commented.
“Oh, they’re here somewhere. But it’s best that I ran into Quinn alone, you know how competitive we can get,” Jeffy said.
“Certainly,” Quinn said. She then remembered at least one incident of the ‘Three J’s’ competitiveness...
Brittany’s house – First Party in Lawndale
The Three J’s were fighting. She thought it was cute, but she didn’t want them to hurt themselves too much. “Stop it, Stop it!” She noticed some people taking notice. “They’re fighting over me...”
“I’m sure you would find a job,” Jeffy said, changing the subject back to Quinn’s job hunt.
“Thanks,” Quinn said.
“Especially with our help,” Stacy said.
“Yea-ah.”
“You will do great,” Jeffy said.
Quinn smiled. She and Jeffy talked for another minute.
After another 20 minutes, Quinn and her friends sat at one of the food courts. “Let’s see, fifteen stores, including twelve clothing stores,” Quinn said as she leafed through the application forms.
“One of them JJ Jeeters,” Sandi murmured.
“Sandi, remember what I said earlier,” Quinn said.
“Yeah, beggers cannot be choosers, but the clothes there are very garish,” Sandi said.
“I know, Sandi,” Quinn said.
“Let’s talk about something else,” Sandi suggested.
‘What is she up to?’ Quinn thought. “Sure, what about?”
“Our plans for this summer, other than your getting a job,” Sandi said.
“Sure, Sandi,” Quinn said.
Sandi then began to outline her plan for the summer.
“What do you think?” Sandi asked.
“What else could we do?” Stacy asked.
“I don’t know,” Tiffany said.
“Um, Sandi, It’s a cute idea and all, but we need to do more than shopping, dating and going to the beach,” Quinn said.
“Gee, Quinn, what would you do?” Sandi asked.
“Possibly volunteer somewhere and help those in need,” Quinn suggested.
“That’s commendable,” Sandi said.
Quinn smiled. “Jodie volunteered at the soup kitchen last summer. We could ask her.”
“Soup Kitchen?” Sandi asked in alarm.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“Lots,” Sandi said.
“There is nothing wrong with it,” Quinn said.
“She’s right,” Stacy said.
Sandi glared at Stacy. Stacy winced but didn’t let out an ‘eep!’
“Sandi, it is helping those in need!” Quinn said.
“But, the homeless who go there, they have such bad raggy clothes...” Sandi said with a shudder.
“That’s because they can’t afford new clothes, Sandi!” Quinn said.
Sandi then appeared to think. “I guess so,” she finally said.
“So, you are going to volunteer with us?” Quinn asked.
“I have to think about it,” Sandi said.
“I will,” Stacy said.
“Me, toooo.”
“So, what else for helping those in need?” Stacy asked.
“Lifeguards at the pool,” Sandi said.
‘Possibly,’ Quinn thought.
“I’m not sure if I could do that,” Stacy said.
“You can achieve anything if you try, Stacy,” Quinn said.
“Thanks, Quinn,” Stacy said.
“Lifeguards? Too ha-ard!” Tiffany said.
‘Maybe for her,’ Quinn thought.
“Gee, Tiffany, what do you suggest?” Sandi asked.
Tiffany looked vacant for a small part of a minute. “Personal Shoppers.”
“Um, that’s not really volunteering,” Stacy said.
“It’s not?” Tiffany asked.
“No, it’s not,” Quinn said. “So, soup kitchen and lifeguards, anything else?”
They continued their discussion and arguments for another ten minutes.
After the discussion they continued the search for a job for Quinn. “How many stores are left?” Stacy asked as they left the food court.
“About ten, including another five clothing stores, and three takeaways, including the Starbucks,” Quinn said.
“That’s good. But Starbucks?”
“I’ll at least give it a shot,” Quinn said with a slight giggle.
“Gee, Quinn, that pun was bad,” Sandi said.
“I don’t think so,” Quinn said.
“So, we’re heading to the Starbucks first?” Stacy asked.
Quinn shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
Quinn and the others entered the Starbucks. “Hi! Are there job vacancies here?” Quinn asked.
The barista, whom looked familiar to Quinn, handed her an application form.
“Thanks.”
“So, Quinn, you want to work here?” the barista asked.
“Yes. How do you know my name?”
“Near impossible to go to Lawndale High and not know it,” the barista said with a laugh.
Quinn laughed. “Of course, but what’s yours?”
“Samara. I also just finished my junior year.”
“Oh. You were in my classes.”
“Yes.”
“So you are applying everywhere in Lawndale?” Samara asked.
“Not everywhere. Just those places that I’m interested in.”
“From the looks of that pile it may as well be everywhere.”
Quinn giggled. “I guess so,” she said as she placed the application form on top of all the others.
“Good luck, trying to choose when you get a lot of acceptances,” Samara said.
“Good point,” Quinn said.
“Quinn! Stop holding up the line!” Sandi said irritably.
“Wait your turn, Sandi,” Quinn said. She turned back to Samara. “A hot chocolate, please.”
“Coming right up,” Samara said.
Sandi grumbled.
“That is a personal matter, Sandi!” Quinn said.
“If you, like say so!” Sandi said dismissively.
Quinn shook her head as she entered the next store.
“Quinn?”
Quinn turned around as she and her friends came out of a store. “Hi, Jeffy.”
“Hi, Quinn, I see you’re here shopping,” Jeffy Brown-Mercer said.
“Not only that,” Quinn said.
“She’s looking for a job!” Stacy said.
“Sta-cy, do you like, have to advertise that fact to everyone in the Mall?” Sandi asked.
“I can do that if I want to, Sandi,” Stacy said.
‘It’s good that Stacy is continuing to grow more confident,’ Quinn thought.
“Oh, so what sort of job are you looking for?” Jeffy asked.
“Either retail, or a place in a restaurant somewhere,” Quinn replied.
“So, where are Joey and that other guy? His name like, escapes me at the moment,” Sandi commented.
“Oh, they’re here somewhere. But it’s best that I ran into Quinn alone, you know how competitive we can get,” Jeffy said.
“Certainly,” Quinn said. She then remembered at least one incident of the ‘Three J’s’ competitiveness...
Brittany’s house – First Party in Lawndale
The Three J’s were fighting. She thought it was cute, but she didn’t want them to hurt themselves too much. “Stop it, Stop it!” She noticed some people taking notice. “They’re fighting over me...”
“I’m sure you would find a job,” Jeffy said, changing the subject back to Quinn’s job hunt.
“Thanks,” Quinn said.
“Especially with our help,” Stacy said.
“Yea-ah.”
“You will do great,” Jeffy said.
Quinn smiled. She and Jeffy talked for another minute.
After another 20 minutes, Quinn and her friends sat at one of the food courts. “Let’s see, fifteen stores, including twelve clothing stores,” Quinn said as she leafed through the application forms.
“One of them JJ Jeeters,” Sandi murmured.
“Sandi, remember what I said earlier,” Quinn said.
“Yeah, beggers cannot be choosers, but the clothes there are very garish,” Sandi said.
“I know, Sandi,” Quinn said.
“Let’s talk about something else,” Sandi suggested.
‘What is she up to?’ Quinn thought. “Sure, what about?”
“Our plans for this summer, other than your getting a job,” Sandi said.
“Sure, Sandi,” Quinn said.
Sandi then began to outline her plan for the summer.
“What do you think?” Sandi asked.
“What else could we do?” Stacy asked.
“I don’t know,” Tiffany said.
“Um, Sandi, It’s a cute idea and all, but we need to do more than shopping, dating and going to the beach,” Quinn said.
“Gee, Quinn, what would you do?” Sandi asked.
“Possibly volunteer somewhere and help those in need,” Quinn suggested.
“That’s commendable,” Sandi said.
Quinn smiled. “Jodie volunteered at the soup kitchen last summer. We could ask her.”
“Soup Kitchen?” Sandi asked in alarm.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“Lots,” Sandi said.
“There is nothing wrong with it,” Quinn said.
“She’s right,” Stacy said.
Sandi glared at Stacy. Stacy winced but didn’t let out an ‘eep!’
“Sandi, it is helping those in need!” Quinn said.
“But, the homeless who go there, they have such bad raggy clothes...” Sandi said with a shudder.
“That’s because they can’t afford new clothes, Sandi!” Quinn said.
Sandi then appeared to think. “I guess so,” she finally said.
“So, you are going to volunteer with us?” Quinn asked.
“I have to think about it,” Sandi said.
“I will,” Stacy said.
“Me, toooo.”
“So, what else for helping those in need?” Stacy asked.
“Lifeguards at the pool,” Sandi said.
‘Possibly,’ Quinn thought.
“I’m not sure if I could do that,” Stacy said.
“You can achieve anything if you try, Stacy,” Quinn said.
“Thanks, Quinn,” Stacy said.
“Lifeguards? Too ha-ard!” Tiffany said.
‘Maybe for her,’ Quinn thought.
“Gee, Tiffany, what do you suggest?” Sandi asked.
Tiffany looked vacant for a small part of a minute. “Personal Shoppers.”
“Um, that’s not really volunteering,” Stacy said.
“It’s not?” Tiffany asked.
“No, it’s not,” Quinn said. “So, soup kitchen and lifeguards, anything else?”
They continued their discussion and arguments for another ten minutes.
After the discussion they continued the search for a job for Quinn. “How many stores are left?” Stacy asked as they left the food court.
“About ten, including another five clothing stores, and three takeaways, including the Starbucks,” Quinn said.
“That’s good. But Starbucks?”
“I’ll at least give it a shot,” Quinn said with a slight giggle.
“Gee, Quinn, that pun was bad,” Sandi said.
“I don’t think so,” Quinn said.
“So, we’re heading to the Starbucks first?” Stacy asked.
Quinn shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
Quinn and the others entered the Starbucks. “Hi! Are there job vacancies here?” Quinn asked.
The barista, whom looked familiar to Quinn, handed her an application form.
“Thanks.”
“So, Quinn, you want to work here?” the barista asked.
“Yes. How do you know my name?”
“Near impossible to go to Lawndale High and not know it,” the barista said with a laugh.
Quinn laughed. “Of course, but what’s yours?”
“Samara. I also just finished my junior year.”
“Oh. You were in my classes.”
“Yes.”
“So you are applying everywhere in Lawndale?” Samara asked.
“Not everywhere. Just those places that I’m interested in.”
“From the looks of that pile it may as well be everywhere.”
Quinn giggled. “I guess so,” she said as she placed the application form on top of all the others.
“Good luck, trying to choose when you get a lot of acceptances,” Samara said.
“Good point,” Quinn said.
“Quinn! Stop holding up the line!” Sandi said irritably.
“Wait your turn, Sandi,” Quinn said. She turned back to Samara. “A hot chocolate, please.”
“Coming right up,” Samara said.
Sandi grumbled.
