Lola

Today was the day I was getting my first job. Part of me was actually excited to get my first job.

When I got there, I noticed there were four other people.

Two of them were kids and two were adults.

I didn't mind having one of the kids cling to me. In fact, she actually seemed kinda cool. Her hair was up in a bun that must've taken hours. It was pretty.

Behind me, I could hear the man whispering "hey, check out the kids."

I was a little bit offended. Then I heard the lady behind me say "they're not kids!"

Then, she turned around and asked me and those other two girls "Hey! How old are you three?"
"8" the small one replied.
"12" the somewhat bigger one replied.
"17" I replied.
"See?" The lady scolded.

When we walked up to the front desk, a person wearing a weird hat gave us a strange greeting.
"Hello! My name is Harry, but you may call me Harlem, since I was born there! Over there is my cousin Cameron, who you may call Corona, and the office assistant Daniel, who you may call Dapale!" He said enthusiastically. "Where are you folks going?"
"Fourteenth floor." We all replied at the same time.
"Alright, then! Come on over here to the elevator but if you like, you may take the stairs as it is highly recommended!"

I was getting an uncomfortable feeling.
"Alright, then! Enjoy the ride!" Harlem beamed. Then, he looked less enthusiastic and said "try to stay alive...".

Then, the door closed and the ride began.