Kang's POV
I tapped on the glass door of the store, waiting for Stan, as I put down all of the load in front of the locked door. "Yeah, yeah. Come on." Stan opened the locked glass door and picked up the loads with me....
Haru's POV
I stepped into the staff locker room and went to locker 67. I took my key from my sweatshirt and placed into the key-hole, and unlocking it. I pulled out an apron that was hanging in the locker next to my name tag. I put my apron on from my neck and tied it the laces. I took my name tag and pinned at on my apron above my chest. I hanged my bag in my locker and locked the locker.
I took my attendance at the staff room, and head back to the counter to do some paperwork. I sat down and grabbed a pen, started to do my paperwork. Sometimes, after finishing paperwork, i'll start writing some poems or story in a notebook that Miss Jade gave me. I finished my third paperwork, that's when Harold comes in. "Morning, Haru." He greeted me with a smile. "Coffee, Harold?" I held up his favorite mug while in the other hand was another mug for miss Jade. "Sure." Harold went into the staff room and slowly shuts the door behind him.
I opened the door to the break room. The coffee machine was just on the table, waiting to work again. Beside it was a box full of coffee packets. It took 40 minutes (20 minutes each coffee) to finish the coffee-making. I stepped out of the break room and straight to Miss Jade's room, across the hallway. "Good morning, Miss Jade!" I greeted cheerful at Miss Jade who was just typing out a letter for the millionaire who's funding our library. I put the mug on the table and slowly slides in front of her.
"Morning, Haru." She stopped and took a quick sip of her morning coffee. I was about to go out of the room "Wait!" She hesitated me from her table. "Is there anything wrong with your coffee?" I looked back at her, puzzled. "I have something to ask you..." She puts down her half-finished coffee back on the table. I sat on the chair in front of her. "Harold has been telling me about your poems..." She puts aside her laptop and looks me in the eyes.
"You see, middle-school students now are not like before. They like things with deeper meanings. As example, you know poems. So, i'm writing a letter to our fund-er about a new section for poetry. And Harold told me you wrote good poems. I want to read them by the end of the day." Miss Jade declared about her intention. My jaw dropped, I put my hand at my mouth.
I was really speechless. Miss Jade wanted to see my poems, she would cringe! I need to write another one... So, she'll think I have developing it for years. "Yes! I'll bring my notebook, by the end of the day!" I flustered and ran for the door.
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"Harold! You have to help me!" I was begging Harold, he was standing at the photography section. "With what?" He rolled his eyes. "Poems! Miss Jade wants to see it." I was flipping out the pages to see all my poems that I wrote for the past 6 years. "So, your poems are great!" Harold tries to comfort me as he leans over the counter. "Let me see it." I handed my book to Harold.
"Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee."
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
"It's good you should show it to Miss Jade." He gave a thumbs up, it gave me courage about. I got up and snatch the book from him.
CREAAKKK.
I slowly opened the door with it sounding really creepy. Miss Jade was playing with her hands... "Here you go, miss..." I handed the book.. "Thank you, Haru. I'll see you tomorrow then.."
I nodded..
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