Constellation

Chapter 1

Joan’s pov

The night breeze blew gently outside the restaurant. The angry voice of the head chef could be heard, clattering of plates and spoons, rushing and bustling of the chefs moving up and down in the kitchen. 

I was trying hard not to piss the chef off because the man has a pink nose already and that means trouble. I smiled to myself thinking of the last time he got so angry that….

“Are you going to give me a reason you are smiling Joan?” The chef boomed from the stoves.

I smirked and continued the food I was making. Today was a busy day and we are at a rush hour. People seem to be rushing in non-stop making it really hard for us. Chef really need to hire more people to do the cooking. I was mainly in charge of marinated chicken and frying and I was really losing my mind at this point. People are ordering much already. 

I am Joan and I am twenty-three years old. I like to think on a normal day that I was a beautiful lady but things have not exactly been normal for me for a long time. I have a very long curly hair that I consider a curse sometimes because of the amount of work I do and it can be very hard to tame it. I have a younger sister who is in high school and we are both orphans; like no father and mother. Our life, or let me say my life has been a joke since my parents died in a car crash on their way to the police station to pick me after I was arrested for a crime. Yes, I was not your exact definition of a good girl. 

I smoked, hung out with the bad girls and guys of school and even took drugs. There was no manner of bad stuff I didn’t do in high school. The only thing I didn’t do was lose my V card. Since the day they died, I have been staying lowkey and been a gentle whim. Something I never was.

The day they died, it was as if my whole world came crashing down even though I didn’t shed I single tear, something in me died that day. My sister, Kylie didn’t know what happened that day and I preferred to keep it that way. I don’t know what I would do if she finds out that our parents died because of me. I won’t be able to handle it if she blames for the death of our parents too. She is in grade 10 and fifteen years old presently. I vowed to give her the best she can get in this world even if it means me not getting what I want. I want to sponsor her to her education peak and all that. Kylie is a lovable girl and very pretty too; the spitting image of my mother and very smart too. I didn’t go to university, I take culinary classes online because of the jobs I do on the side I don’t have the luxury of going to college physically. I take courses because I love cooking more than you think and I try to get myself any chance at it. 

I checked the watch on my hand, “Shoot!”. I had ten minutes to my next job. 

Thankfully the lady that was supposed to take my spot for the next shift was already putting on an apron.

“Hailey, its time” I said 

She just snubbed me and walked on. She has such a bitchy attitude with her long nose that looked very funny. Loads of surgeries, I guess. None of my business anyways.

“Night chef” I shouted as I made my way towards the locker room.

“Don’t be late tomorrow Joan” he said in a seemingly stern voice.

I smiled to myself. Chef was such a big baby. He is a very playful man but when it comes to the kitchen, he does not play with it.

I rushed out fast into the rush of New York and glanced up first and the stars looked so breath taking. I was so carried away that some guy with a lumpy looking shirt bumped into me and I didn’t notice.

“Hey watch it” I said angrily 

“Leave the walk way then, we all have places we are rushing to” he said.