Mill's Cafe

The Mill's Café

   Chapter 1: Mill's Café

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-

"Eugh.." I muttered, turning off my alarm. Sitting up, I turned on my night light instead of my room lights since it wouldn't burn my eyes like my room lights. The floor creaked as I got off my bed and trudged to my closet.

Looking in, I chose a comfortable white hoodie and some black tights. I quickly changed out of yesterday's clothes and got into the ones I'd picked out.

I stared at myself in the mirror before deciding I should brush my hair. Picking up my hairbrush, I started to brush the bird nest in my hair. After a couple of minutes and putting my hair into a small ponytail at the back, I deemed my hair good enough to go out. I put on some deodorant and perfume and left my room.

Heading into the bathroom I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Now, all that was left was to go to work.

Exiting the bathroom, I picked up my keys on the counter and left for work.

I didn't mind the breeze of spring. It was nice. 

Rounding a corner, the Mill's Café was in eyesight. I sighed as I got closer and closer to it, until I was in front of it. I took my keys and went right on in. Flicking on the lights, I got right to work. I wiped the counters and surfaces before I washed the dishes. Once all that was done, the Mill's Café was open. I went around opening all the doors. I put on my apron and waited for the customers to come in.

It wasn't to long before someone came in. A young man who looked to be in his early 20's. "Good morning!" He greeted in a thick accent.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" I replied back.

"Well, what would you say is the best drink here?"

"Many of our customers love our Mocha Frappuccino, would you like that?" I partially lied. The Mocha Frappuccino was good, yes, but not too many people buy it. Most like our other drinks. However it was easy and quick to make and it's early in the morning and I'm too tired to make some complicated drink.

"Well, if you say so," the man smiled.

"Okay, that'll be $4.99," I gave weak, smile back. It was too early in the morning for smiles.

The man took out his wallet and took out a 5 dollar bill and handed it to me, pocketing his wallet after.

I put the 5 dollar hill in the register and started to work on the mans drink. I could feel the mans eyes on me while I made his drink. But I don't really care.

It only took a few minutes to make his drink. I put the top on, and slid the drink to him.

"Thank you," he said in his thick accent.

The man had a dark tan shade, and a trimmed beard. He wore a casual blue sweater and black jeans. He was fairly attractive(but that doesn't matter).

"So you're name is Clementine Tangerine-Orange?"

I snapped out of my thoughts. My mind took a second to process what he said before releasing he had probably read my name-tag.

"Yes." I lied right through my teeth. Lying had become considerably easy in the past decade. It was as if it was my first language- I lie sometimes without even thinking about it.

Now, you may think "Clementine Tangerine-Orange!? Who names their kid Clementine Tangerine-Orange!?" No one does. At least I hope no one has. When I was given my name-tag, no one said anything about putting a fake name. Besides, it isn't safe to give out your real name to random people.

My real name was, or is Canada English. Yes, my last name is English. Yes I come from the famous English family. So what? Doesn't matter.

If, by some miracle you've never heard of the English family or met(you must be one lucky soul) then I guess I should explain.

My family, the English family comes from a long line of powerful ability users. However, the things the English family have used their abilities before, are not so good. Many people hate our family. I don't blame them. I also don't like my family so much. Hence why I moved out and haven't contacted them in like 2 years.

My parents.. were loving... somewhat. They loved me and my siblings. They really did. It's just that they were strict. They had so many high expectations for us. My father especially. He never hit us or anything, he wasn't abusive. He loved us, he got us toys and food and played with us. It's just he had our future planned out. He wanted us to have amazing grades, become some of the most powerful ability users, have us carry out his name and title, he even tried to control what our jobs were, who we played with and hung out with, what our time was spent doing. He wanted us to be the most amazing, smart, famous, people on this earth. He loved us, just had way to many, and way to high expectations. So that's why I left. Couldn't do it.

My father had the most hope in me. Or at least I think he did. I always got above average grades, and was quite smart. I had a pretty powerful ability too. But he just wanted so much more from me that I decided it wasn't worth it all.

"Y'know, there's nothing wrong with clementine, it's just Tangerine-Orange?"

I blinked. Oh. Oof I zoned out.

I just nodded to whatever the man said.

~+~

Heyyyy, guess who made another book? I'm really proud of the start to this book. I hope you guys enjoy this book while I struggle to finish another chapter of ACJ. 

I'm basing Canada's family, feelings and experience off of mine. Should be fun-ish. Anyways, who wants to guess what country the man is? And no human names except for Canada for now.

I'd also appreciate your feedback and suggestions for what should happen, what you guys happen to like about this book, who you should think should come in, and what their abilities are. 

Thanks for reading!