A loud cry broke out somewhere in the line. It was one of the hottest days that I had ever experienced, and it seemed like all of the children in Jurassic World had amassed in the line for the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo. It wasn't my fault that the petting zoo had a body limit, but all the annoyed and tired parents were blaming me for it. Nevertheless, I managed to keep a smile plastered on my face and keep my cool while talking to the angry people. Despite the grief I had to deal with on a daily basis, I loved my job, mainly because I loved ceratopsians, and my job let me work with baby ceratopsians. It was a dream come true. Another plus was that one of my friends from my previous job, Barry, worked at Jurassic World too. I didn't get to see …show more content…
She turned around and pointed at one of the saddle-less ceratopsians. "Oh, that one's Stacy. She was probably asking you for food. She's always hungry," I said, pulling a few quarters out of my pocket. "Here, now you can go feed her." A bright smile made its way onto the girl's face as she ran to one of the food dispensers. This was definitely another plus to my job. An hour later, I closed the gate for the last time that day and ushered the dinosaur infants into their indoor home. After making sure everything was locked up, I clocked out and got into my standard park-issued truck. It was white, which bothered me to no end. The maintenance roads of Jurassic World, which I used quite often, were always muddy, even if it hadn't rained in a few weeks. This meant that I had to clean my vehicle on a regular basis. I don't like doing unnecessary work. And that, at least in my opinion, was unnecessary work. My drive over to the velociraptor paddock was uneventful, save for the last few seconds. As I was parking my car, I saw someone driving away on a motorcycle. A fairly attractive someone. I stopped looking before my looking could be classified as staring. Barry still