It's 8:00 in the morning and I had to wake up! If I didn't my dad would have woke me up. My dad is strict about me getting up on time to get to work. you might think that's a good thing, but trust me it's not. my job isn't the worst, but still.
I work at Rachel's restaurant and I guess it's a good job, but it's not really what I would ask for. I'm a waitress and I'm 17 years old. my life has never really been perfect. it's been more hard then perfect. my mom died when I was only 7 and ever since then my dad hasn't worked. it was a terrible loss for me and my dad, it's just a reason why the heart cries.
So since my dad didn't work I was to young to work because I was only 7 so we lost our house. we lived on the streets for about 5 years and then it came to the point to were we had to try to steel money and food. Of course I felt terrible about having to steel from innocent people.
But I guess my dad felt fine about it. well that's how just me and my dad lived for 5 years.but when I turned 12 my dad made me get a job and that was hard because I was the only one trying to provide for food clothes and other things. Well now you know how the beginning of my life began.
My dad has always treated me like he treated my mom. I was always the person who had to provide food and everything else. I was always the person and the only person that would work. It was until eighth-grade when I found someone that actually made me feel happy. My dad was never there to cheer me up when I was sad he was just the person that was there to boss me around and to tell me to go make money. The person who made me happy was my new boyfriend. His name was Ralph. Ralph always shared his smiles with me and he always cheered me up and when I was cold he hugged me to make me feel like I had the fluffiest coat in the world. it was our last day of our second year of high school when I found him hugging and kissing another girl. When I seen him hugging and kissing someone else I cried and I was devastated. But I wasn't going to let him get away that easily. So I ran up to him and I slapped him and said how could you you fricken cheater.
Then years past and I never found love again. I always felt that someone was going to hurt me again. but that's just a reason why the heart cries.
Hi everyone this is cynthia, I hope u like this story.plz if u do comment and let me know so I can make new chapters right away. you might have seen my other books that I haven't finished but this book isn't going to be like those I'm going to try to finish this book as soon as possible. But I will finish it faster if I get ideas from my viewers so please leave comments thanks have a nice day bye! P.s my life is nothing like this!also if u want me to write more plz comment.
