Madelaine POV
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If Cinderellas shoe fit perfectly, then why did it fall off? Like it clearly did not fit perfectly then, In my personal opinion I think she purposely took it off so she could get the attention, like jeez what an attention seeker, I would never date Cinderella.
"What would you like to order?" A tall man looking in his mid 30s asked behind the counter.
Oh crap I hate when my mind wanders off when I'm in public.
"I'll take Grande Caramel macchiato in a venti cup, 1/3 whole milk, 1/3 almond milk, 1/3 soy milk, double the amount of vanilla syrup, caramel wall in the cup, no caramel drizzle on top, upside down, tall cup ice, whipped cream, rounded lid, 1 shot extra espresso, cinnamon sprinkled on top... oh and my name is Madelaine."
I love being complicated, it's my favorite trait. He stared at me blankly for the next 5 seconds. Hurry up man you're holding up this line. Actually I'm probably doing that. Whatever.
"Do you need me to repeat?" I asked in my 'act nice and innocent because you're a 16 year old in public who's trying not to look like a dick head when in reality I am.' voice.
"No, I got it." He replied, still staring at me.
He doesn't got it.
I do my little fake innocent smile and go to the back of the Starbucks building to find my seat I always sit in. I recognize it because there's a little tiny smiley face drawn on the table, it's been there for years and yet nobody can get it off. Maybe it was drawn in blood. No don't get sidetracked Madelaine.
I get ready to sit down when I hear my name being called by the same tall 30 year old man.
No way they got it that fast.
I walk up to the counter and see a plain Starbucks coffee cup with my name on the side. I pick it up and take a sip.
"Ew."
Of course they just gave me black coffee, can they really not make my drink by now. Jeez. I look to the label to see if they added anything else or if its just plain gross black coffee.
"THEY EVEN SPELLED MY NAME WRONG!?" I shouted not realizing it was gonna be that loud, in my defense how did they even spell it like
At this point the workers just hate me.
Everybody looks at me with a concern look and I just roll my eyes, jeez people are so dramatic. I go back to sit down at my table and I see the most terrifying sight I've seen in ages,
Teenage boys.
A group of them all sitting in MY spot, chairs pulled over from other tables so they could all fit. They were all talking about random crap and laughing loud, a few of them having coffees and treats in their hands.
They all turned to look at me, as i was just staring blankly, that's MY spot....
"You need something?" a boy asked his bright blue eyes staring into my soul. They all just sat their staring, I couldn't get any words out though.
"sorry- its just you and your friends... are in my spot." I say moving my eyes from one boy to another counting them all. there was 7.
"There's no assigned seating princess." Another one said a tint of sarcasm in his voice, his red scruffy hair matching perfectly with the freckles on his face.
YOU ARE READING
one promise kept the other one broken
Romansa"Your life is gonna end anyways, so why would you want someone to love when eventually your just going to leave them behind. in the long run your just hurting yourself." Madelaine Solace never believed in love, she thought it was stupid and a waste...
