Bar Clavericc

The Non-Welcoming Rumours

''Have you heard about Bar Clavericc?'' A shadowed figure, standing at the doorway of the workplace asked, but before the young girl known as Skye McCole Bartusiak, could answer, she was interrupted by the figure.

''Apparently, Bar Clavericc is owned by criminals, (The waiters/waitresses are normal though), and is opened to murderers, criminals, cannibals, refugees, etc. They do things such as; Iter Criminis (Plan crimes), Bond over criminalistic actions, (Murders, etc).''

There was a moment of silence that followed that speech.

After about twenty seconds of ear-shattering silence, Skye spoke up.

''Those are just rumours, they aren't true. Don't go about believing everything you hear, it's not good for you.''

After all, how can you expect someone to believe something like this after just hearing the words, no proof, nobody to back you up, no-

''Who are you anyway? Do you even work here, because if not then leave.'' The teenage girl pointed to the door, her eyes looking up at the slightly tilted sign that holds the name of the work place, 'Café' it read.

''You should know that Customers aren't aloud in the back. It's common knowledge, but who am I to be rude? Please see yourself back to the entrance.'' Skye ordered politely, (Not exactly 'polite' But polite enough for it not to be considered yelling, if you know what I mean). Her eyes looking back down to the unknown guest standing at the door frame.

''I guess I should introduce myself before I leave. Where are my manners? My name is Kim Schmidt.'' She stepped forwards from the shadows, revealing her long, chocolate brown hair, (In a ponytail), her admirable brown eyes, and a lazily put together outfit. (A random hoodie from her drawer and Black leggings).

If Skye didn't know any better, she would try to befriend her, but with her being so gullible as to believe some random thing she probably overheard some guy tell his his friends at a restaurant? No. She must leave the backroom and go back to the main part of the café.

Skye reminded her once again, ''Nice to meet you, Skye. But you must leave now.''

On the topic of looks, Skye herself has quite the fashion. Short-ish, flowly, blonde hair that compliments her light blue eyes and a denim jean jacket that overlaps her light blue shirt, (It looks white because of the lighting and the shade of blue).

''You're so rude, you didn't even state your name!'' The person, now known as 'Kim' complained.

If I tell her my name will she leave?

Followed by a heavy sigh, she spoke again, ''Skye McCole Bartusiak.''

''My my, that's quite the mouthful~" She teased as she opened the decorated metalic door, and walked through, making sure she didn't close the door, (Just to be annoying).

Skye sighed again, this time out of annoyance, and she stood up from her immobile work chair. (Basically just a normal chair), and closed the door.

Who was she?

'Kim Schmidt' She said her name was. I wouldn't be surprised if she was sone kind of terrorist who just escaped from a mental asylum.

Maybe I'm overreacting, she didn't do anything wrong.

That story about Bar Clavericc would be scary if it were true.

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''Hello?''

''Hm?'' Claudia Jennings peered over her computer and at the unknown girl standing behind the window in her back garden.

''Do you know about Bar Clavericc?...''

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Kim told Claudia Jennings, Lynette Davies, Belinda Lee and Skye McCole Bartusiak about the bar, (Lynette D already knew, though).

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Authors note:

Hello! This is one of the first stories I've wrote, however I haven't published the others.

Thank you for reading the first chapter, the next one will be longer, I promise!

Also, the teenagers that Kim told about Bar Clavericc are friends already.

Please stick around for the end! I am planning to make this about 20-30 chapters long.

Any feedback is appreciated!