Deep Dish Trouble
"Brook, do you have those two Hawaiian pizza's done?" my dad called. I was concentrating on puttting the right number of anchovies on a pizza. I quickly called back,"Yah, they're almost done." I sighed. With the economy so bad, our dad was making my brother and I work so he could save mony. I heard his deep voice yell back," when those pizzas are done I need you to switch to waitress duty." "Ugh," I thought to myself as I brushed the extra flour off my apron and hung it up. I pinned the,"Hello...My Name is Brooklyn" pin on my shirt. I told my dad it should say Brook but he had to write Brooklyn in Chicago. I walked up to him and whined, "Can't I take a break? I'm just sixteen there has to be some law about this!" He calmy answered back,"Do you have any homework?" I was getting annoyed,"No, it's Summer!" "Well then, let me see that Fuchelli's smile." He walked to the kitchen. I walked up to my first table still fuming about my dad. All he cared about was his precious pizza shop. He just keeps on going on about Fuchelli's smiles and this new type of pizza. I clenched my teeth and asked,"Hello, welcome to Fuchelli's! May I take your order?" The guy sitting at the table lowered his menu and said,"I'll have a cheese pizza with sausage and mushrooms." He winked his bright green eyes and added,"Do I know you?' i couldn't believe it. James, the coolest guy in school was here ordering pizza! I quickly said,"Yah, I'm Brook form school. I'll have that right out!" I turned and fast walked back to the kitchen so he wouldn't see me blush. I put the order down and grabbed the two Hawaiin pizzas to give to the four college kids at table five. My dad stopped me,"I need to go, your brother just broke his arm at the skate park. Can you handle the shop?" I looked at the crowd and replied,"Yah..defenitely. I can handle it." I was trying to look at James while I said this. He left the store quickly and i took the pizzas to table five. I went to the kitchen and made all the pizzas I needed and took all the done ones out. That's when the trouble started. IU went to table seven and gave them their anchovie pizza and they sent it back because they didn't like anchovies. I was fast walking to gettable two their drink amd splashed some on the floor. I then mopped the floor. I had two pizzas, another pizza for table seven and James's pizza. I was going really fast then. "Whoah!" Crash!!! I slipped on the floor and the two pizzas fell on me. I looked at James he was greeting a girl and then kissed her. She looked at me and he shook his head and then they left. My father walked in the door just as this happened. He said he was sorry and gave everyone coupons and then closed the store. "I'm sorry Dad. I thought i could do it but I failed." "It's okay. We all make mistakes. The good news is your brother is okay. Now why don't we go grab a bite before we go to the hospital. I was thinking pizza!" "Dad!!!!"
The moral of this story is: Everbody makes mistakes, Everbody has those days, Everbody know what what I'm talking 'bout, Everbody makes mistakes! Nobody's Perfect!!!(sorry for the Hannah Montana interlude? Hurray for Pizzas and Jerks!!!! Buh-Bye!!!!
HOORAY.
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