Narrative Story
I hated working at this horrid place. The manager was a slimy, angry man and the food was not even that great. Truckers were the only men that sauntered in to demand food and hit on the other young waiter. I could not wait to get out of this small town and to serve fancier things than yesterday’s hot dog and French fries. Since it was Christmas time, the nicer of the truck drivers would tip more and I could add it to my savings. I needed about a three hundred more dollars to have enough money to finally leave. My big dream since I was a little girl was to work in a five star restaurant and serve celebrities like Marilyn Monroe.
Two weeks had passed and I was finally packing my bags, kissing my parents and two brothers good bye, and off to my new life. My long awaited dream was finally going to come true in about two hours. The rain poured down outside and created large puddles along the street. I walked with my family to the bus stop, kissed them one last time and jumped up the steps. I walked down the long aisle to an empty seat next to a handsome gentleman. He smiled at me and introduced himself as Channing. I smiled and thought to myself, “New York is going to be life changing.” The time flew by and we had finally reached New York and I did not look back once.
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