The next day, I'll be working with fish today. It's in the same building as starfish and we'd have the same teacher. I should be getting my report back today. After lunch, I went there.

The teacher handed our reports. I aced it, which is nice. A lot of them had As and Bs. No one gets a lower grade than that. He said, "We'll also study about the fish at the zoo while we're there."

I was taking notes that he was putting on the board.

"I'll be giving you a test after the field trip," said the teacher.

After school ended for the day, I went to work. When I got there, Mr. Wong said, "Would you like to do take-out? You can still serve customers in between."

"Sure," I replied.

I went to put my things in the office and clocked in as I came back out.

"That sounds easy enough. I do recall seeing a take-out slot when I put in orders for dine-in, so for others, do I just press to-go?" I asked.

"That's right," said the boss. "Wendy will be in the table area while you're at the counter. You can help her if she needs you."

"No problem," I said. "How long do I tell them about the food?"

"It all depends on busy we are," said Mr. Wong. "Sometimes, a customer will tell you the time they'll be here."

"And, do I put someone's name as well?" I asked.

"Yes, when it appears," said Mr. Wong.

"Alright," I said.

"If you have any more questions about it, feel free to ask me," said the boss.

"Can you show me how to put a receipt on the bag after the first order?" I asked.

"Sure," replied Mr. Wong.

I did well doing that. We had close to 20 take-out orders. After he showed me how to put the receipt on the bag, I did fine after that. I did serve the counter while I waited. I also helped Wendy with everything when I have no customers. We had a deal. She'll help me if I'm taking calls for orders. I agreed with that. I had my meal break at 7:30 pm. Wendy didn't have a customer, so she joined me. She's in her 20s going to college studying to be a teacher.

"What grade do you plan to teach?" I asked.

"I'll take any grade. I love kids," said Wendy.

"Good," I said.

"I go to UMass Dartmouth," said Wendy. "I have one year to go. I go back and forth."

"My sister just got accepted for Bridgewater State College for dental. I'm not sure where I want to go yet. I want to be a vet or a groomer," I said. "My best friend and I plan to go away for college together. She plans to be a doctor. I thought about either Rhode Island where my mom went or Florida where Dad attended."

"What do your parents do for a living?" asked Wendy.

"Mom works for a hospital for Toby Hospital in an operation room. In fact, she's getting promoted to Morton Hospital in Trenton soon," I said.

"That's cool," said Wendy.

"But I still can attend Bristol Aggie," I said. "As for Dad, I'm not sure what he does. He left us ten years ago and none of us heard from him."

"Isn't your dad Marc?" asked Wendy.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'll explain later," said Wendy. "I'll text you about it."

We exchanged our cell phone numbers yesterday in case if one of us call in sick with Mr. Wong's approval. He thought that was a good idea. He added one of us can do that if we're running late, too. I did homework before my break ended, so I decided to clock in early and went back to work.

At 9:00 pm, my shift ended. Wendy gets out after me at 9:30 pm.

"I'll text you when I get home," said Wendy.

"Okay," I said.

I clocked after I grabbed my backpack and left for home. At home, I changed up. Then, I had a text from Dr. Pearson saying the funeral service will be next weekend. The service is a week from Saturday at 10:00 am. We had made plans to meet her at her house the night before. I told her about a new job that I started and I can go there after work at 9:00 pm and I can ask for a day off. She replied no problem.

She told me that she's having a reception after the burial at McGovern's where Jim and I would go often for dinner. After I did homework, I was getting ready to go tell Mom when my cell phone rang as I answered. "Hello."

"Hi," said Wendy. "Your father and I are related."

"How?" I asked.

"He's my stepfather," said Wendy. "He married my mom when I was 12."

"Does that make you my stepsister and your mom as my stepmom I never knew about?" I asked.

"That's right," said Wendy.

"I wonder what ever happened to him," I said.

"I'm sorry. I thought you knew. He passed away three years ago," said Wendy.

"No, I didn't know," I said.

"He had three heart attacks and the third one claimed his life," said Wendy.

Then, she added she'll come one night to tell Mom and we can keep it a secret until then. I was very surprised about this. Dad isn't a good father to me and Leslie since he don't stay in contact with us. I was attempted to tell her, but I'll wait until Wendy instead of spilling the beans. After we talked, I only told Mom about Jim's service.

"I got all figured it out. I'll pack my overnight bag for the weekend and leave it in my trunk so I can just go to Seekonk after work," I said.

"Good idea," said Mom.

"Maybe I can pick Sarah up on my way back so we can go to Falmouth. The reception is at McGovern's after the burial," I said.

"Okay," said Mom.

"I'll text Sarah when I leave so she can be on the lookout," I said.

I got tired and went to bed. I realized I didn't tell any of my teachers about the field trip, so I'll tell them tomorrow.