Yale cringed as the monster smashed towards him, encasing his structure in its mushy, squishy embrace. "Too... much... contact..." Yale sputtered as the Vice President freed him from her tyrannical grasp. Yale slumped his head on the table-- disappointed that his precious time was being spent on this issue.
It seemed that the discussion was beginning to get irrelevant so while the other members began to open their mouths, Yale opened his bag and got out his History homework. It was just mere identification and multiple choice-- easy to deal with. The whole world was blotted out of Yale's consciousness as his attention was entirely focused on the assignment. At long last, he finished the task and lifted his head-- only to notice that they were still opening their mouths in speech.
"Well, if the issue's settled, I'll be on my way." Yale sighed as he stood up, packing his bags. At the same time, he looked at the watch that hung on the wall. Damn! I'm almost late! Yale thought to himself, calming himself down. "I'll be leaving the expenses to you, Prez. Just inform me if anything comes up." Yale nodded to the president before looking at the other members. Finally, he bolted out of the room, and ran, ran, ran for dear life.
He was almost late; 5 minutes left, for his part-time job a few kilometers away from the school. Of course, he didn't want anyone to know what he was doing for a living. Being dirt poor made him do some rash decisions, and this one was one of those decisions. After a few bus stops, Yale arrived at his part-time job. He was going to get it... oh, he was going to suffer now. The boss didn't take too kindly with late comers-- especially, not in this business. You had to be sharp, precise, and determined. There was no room for mediocrity. Now, Yale was going to suffer for being late... The lad opened the backdoor, and he was greeted with ominous lips:
"You're late."
"Yeah, I know I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-- school was--" Yale was interrupted.
"No reasons. Get to work... Oreo Cheesecake."
"Oh, hell no!"
In Bubby's Ice Cream parlor, those who are late are punished... with a terrible nickname for the entire working day. Sweet Socks, Fatty Taffy, and now... Oreo Cheesecake. "Just my luck..." Yale wore the white, ice cream man's apron as well as the white hat. He also pinned the terrible nickname plate to his apron, and sighed... This was going to be a long night.
Yale stepped out from the staff room, and took his place at the counter where swarms of children attack them all day! Chocolate with Pistachio?! What the hell?! Who ate strawberry with green tea?! From what planet did these fiends come from?!
Yale, who was still wearing his earphones, took his place at the counter, and with a great smile, he began his work. "Welcome to Bubby's! My name is Oreo Cheesecake! What will you be having today?"