Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 6Lesson Five: How to Get Out of Jail Free
"Jim!" Chiquita shouts.
Jim turns to see the short and numerous-eyed coordinator using one of four hands to make a slicing motion across her neck.
What in the world did that mean?
When in doubt, turn to Mori.
"Mori? Does she want to behead me?" Jim asks a little tentatively.
Mori laughs. "She's telling you to go on break."
Relieved, Jim leaves the registers and makes his way to the break room. He punches in a five digit code on the door's electronic lock and enters the associate hall.
"Hey, Jim, my boy. You on break?" Robert calls from the open door of the managers' office when he sees the teen enter.
"Yes, sir," Jim responds.
"You goin outside?"
"I am, actually. To the Gorda Bodega."
"Why that's fifteen minutes there and back, practically! Half your break gone!"
"Yes, sir." Jim doesn't tell him that it's also all that he can afford right now. Five gold in his pocket won't buy a decent meal anywhere else. He may have to give
070. 67%"A sixty-seven. Sixty-seven," Amelia can't believe it. She'd studied all night long for that test, she'd given up game time and the solarsurfing race and sleep to study for that test.
And she gets a sixty-seven.
This is not gonna fly.
Angrily shoving the test paper into her notebook, furiously jamming the notebook into her satchel, and ferociously throwing her satchel over her shoulder (or, as ferociously as she can, anyway), Amelia stands ramrod straight and marches out of the classroom.
Professor Higgins had dismissed class early today, claiming that many students had impressed him with their high test scores and they didn't have anything new to cover until Monday. So they had the weekend free to work on other classes and party and play sports and do whatever it was that students did these days.
But Amelia isn't going to do any of that.
Amelia is not an academic by any means. She does not dream in mathematical formulas. She does not revel in complex equations. Sh
031. FlowersJim's on the transport home from the Spaceport Crescentia. He's just finished his first semester at the Interstellar Academy, and he's super eager to get home.
And into bed.
Today, the conductor of the transport is a particularly talkative and congenial fellow.
As the transport glides to a halt at one terminal, the conductor cheerily announces, "And here is Libroville. Home to the Montressor Central Library, the largest library on Montressor. They have a spectacular selection for children. And great resources for students, too, for those of you returning home from school."
Jim looks around and notices that there are at least ten other students around the cabin. Three are wearing Interstellar uniforms.
A few stops later, "This is the Meremour Station, where transfers are available to the Montressan Express. Thank you for riding with Crescentian Transit, and have a great day!"
Several passengers exit into the gloomy Montressan afternoon. A couple turn around and wave goodbye, smiling bro
Some Things Never ChangeJim doesn't normally faint.
No, he definitely doesn't.
But this was not a normal day.
By any means.
Today, he woke up with sweaty hands a sick and twisted stomach.
It was probably last night's stew.
It was also likely related to that ridiculously vivid nightmare of Scroop shredding him and the rest of the crew alive.
He'd never look at that ax crazy spider psycho the same again.
And so Jim was most definitely not ready for what lay under an old gray cloth on the galley counter.
"Ah, Jimbo, how lovely ta see ya up so nice an' early! The quicker we c'n get t'ese tings done t'day," the galley cook greeted cheerfully.
"Hn," Jim grunted in return.
"Well, someone got off on the wrong side o' de hammock today, eh?" Silver chuckled.
The boy declined to comment.
"Well, let's get a move on, den, and you c'n mope around after."
Jim rolled his eyes and started walking to the sink to start on coffee for the Captain and Arrow.
Silver continued, "Right, you c'n go ahead and take dat tra
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 5Lesson Four: We Do Not Discriminate
Day two of Jim's new job brings him in front of Robert, who's asking him to cover the fitting room.
"But isn't that a girl's job?" he asks incredulously.
"Jim, Jim, Jim," Robert shakes his head. "We at Stevenson's strive for a workplace that is free from sexism, racism, and any and all other discrimination."
"Oh, of course, I'm sorry," Jim makes a mental note to never say what he is thinking when he's at work. "It's just, well, I've never done it before, and . . . well, if a girl asks me her opinion I'm not gonna know what to say, you know?"
"Jim, I would never subject you to such torture alone. Yet. Mori's going with you, of course," Robert smiles.
Great. More embarrassment.
And did he just say yet?
"Uh, ok. Cool."
"Alright, so everything needs a size, a hanger, and needs to be buttoned and/ or zipped. In other words, it needs to be perfect!" Mori says as she takes a garment and hangs it up, double checking the size before placing it
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 4Lesson Three: Expect the Unexpected
"Mister Hawkins, I must say that I never knew you were working at Stevenson's." Amelia glances at Mori before turning back to Jim.
Jim manages to recover enough from his shock to form a few words. "Yeah, well, I never knew you shopped here."
"On the occasion," she says with a slight gesture of her hand. In her other hand she holds four little coats by the hangers.
"Well, actually, I just started today. I'm training," Jim looks over at Mori, hoping that she'll take a hint and take over the transaction to save him from inevitable embarrassment.
Nope, it looks like she doesn't get hints.
"Well, that's splendid. Finally got something to do other than sleep and solarsurf, and something that actually pays. Glad to see you're slowly maturing, James."
Jim's face is burning now. Nevermind the fact that she's right, it's downright humiliating that she's saying all of this in front of Mori. "Well, thanks, I guess."
"Indeed. Now, are we gonna stand here a
Jim Hawkins: Solarsurfer. Hero. Cashier? Chapter 3Lesson Two: Talk to Strangers
"Alright, so the first thing we always do is greet the customer. Hi, how are you today?"
"Fine." This customer doesn't exactly seem to be excited to be practiced on.
Jim nods dutifully as his trainer, a chipper Felinid named Mori, explains her every action.
"Then you ask if they have our e-card. Do you have our e-card?"
"No, I don't. Is it free?"
"No, there's a fifty gold annual fee-"
Unphased, Mori continues, "Ok, next you take their merchandise and start ringing it up. See, I hold it like this, and . . ."
Jim continues to nod and strongly suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. Come on, give a guy some credit, here.
The customer, however, represses no such urge. For added effect, a small huff is given. "Um, I'm kinda late for work."
"Oh, totally, I understand. Happens to all of us. I was late this morning, in fact!" Mori smiles as she slowly demonstrates folding a pair of pants for Jim to see.
"No, I mean, can you hurry up? I don't