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[h2][center][color=f9ad81]Jenny[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][i]BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP[/i][/h3]
Jenny awoke with a start. The ragged, crackly radio exploded into life and screamed at Jennifer to wake the hell up. Heart racing, Jenny rubbed her eyes and slid out of bed, flicking the old thing off. She thought she set it to play the local radio station but...apparently not. Placing a hand over her naked white chest in reaction to the jumpscare, she compressed her lips and raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Damn, that thing was loud. Scared by a buzzer!

Well, it was Thursday, and the radio told time accurately. 5:30 AM. Time to get to work. Mawmaw's...it was a stupid name. Even "Mawmaw" (don't call her that) hated the name. Apparently "Mawmaw"'s (don't call her that) husband, Mr. Jefferson, came up with the name. When he passed away a few years ago she didn't have the heart to change it. Plus, it gives her something to complain about and that's always fun.

Jenny took a shower, brushed her teeth, combed her brown hair, pulled it into her signature ponytail like she did every day, and slipped into her comfortable waitress getup for the day. Next up was breakfast. Delicious toast, orange juice, and crispy wheat cereal. Never got old. Locking the door behind her, she made her way out of the duplex. There was a three person family living in the house built ontop of her own, and they shared rent. In a few days she was invited to a barbeque Mr. Walker was hosting. She was looking forward to that. Hopping on her bicycle, Jenny glided on the smooth sidewalks of Seneca Glen. 

Coming a stop, she left her bike unpadlocked and resting against the back of the side of the building. She gave a peppy wave to the cooks, most of whom stopped looking so dreary and gave a little wave back, and entered in through the back.
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"Morning, Mrs. Jefferson,"[/color] Jenny called out.

"Morning, Jenny." The manager of the restaraunt replied. Mrs. Jefferson was eternally early. Jenny wondered if she ever did sleep. Alicia arrived a few minutes later. Busgirl and waitress, Jenny tecnically ranked higher than her, but since they were the only two waitresses on staff and they both worked together until 3 PM, Jenny never really exerted her authory over the other girl or anything like that. They mostly shared duties. 

Alicia was texting on her phone. Catching Jenny looking at her, she shrugged and smiled. "What? Not my fault you're some kind of analogue weirdo."

Jenny smirked. [color=f9ad81]"All I know is I won't be mind controlled when Apple activates their technology and takes over the world. I got all I need [i]riiiiight[/i] here."[/color] Dramatically, she pulled out her flip phone from 2004.

"Go back to caveman times, caveman." Alicia derided in good humor.

[color=f9ad81]"Cavewoman times. It's 2019, get with the program."[/color]

"Oh, [i]I[/i] need to get with the program? Can that thing even text?"

[color=f9ad81]"Yes! Just...very slowly."[/color] She shoved the 'ancient device' back into her back pocket.

Mrs. Jefferson poked her head out from the kitchen. "Back in my day, if you didn't know where somebody was, chances were you'd never see them again. We liked it that way, too." She said, mockingly sage like.

[color=f9ad81]"I [i]wish [/i]I never have to saw Alicia again."[/color]

"Jenny!" Alicia said, forming her mouth into an O.

[color=f9ad81]"I'm joking! I'm joking."[/color]

At 6:30 AM, Mawmaw's was open for business. It wasn't before long that the customers began trickling in for their delicious home made breakfast. Jenny was already on top of it, pencil in one hand and notepad in the other.