Isabella
I leave school and start walking to the parking lot, i know i won't see Ethan because he has practice which I'm thankful for.
About 30 minutes later, i arrive at work and go to the back room where all the staff lockers are.
"Hey Isa" my co-worker, Ava, says.
"Hey Ava, how are you? how's your aunt?" A sympathetic smile forms on my face.
Ive known Ava for about two years now, basically since i started working at "Midnight Mocha" and she told me recently that her aunt is sick and is in the hospital. I hope she gets better.
"I'm good thank you Isa, and yh my aunt's alright, shes getting better" she gave me a sad smile, which i retuned.
"Anyways, am i working at the register or serving today?" I ask Ava, trying to know which duty I'll be following today.
"I think you're serving today and I'll be at the register"
"Cool, good to know"
I start working, serving various people, cleaning and emptying tables, and some other things that involve the server's position.
The clock hits 4:20pm, only 40 more minutes to go before i have to enter hell and face my brother.
As I'm cleaning a table, i see 2 men walk in.
I'll serve them when i finish this table.
The people on this table finish ordering and so i go to put it in the register, as im turning around to go serve that table, i freeze.
Him
Its all i see, him and his deep green eyes looking at me.
Time slows down and my breath goes huffed.
The confused expression on his face brings me back and i refocus.
I have a job to do, one guy isn't gonna stop me.
Oh but i was wrong.
I walk up to the table, Jayden is with Josh but my mind only focuses on him.
"Hey, what can i get for you?"
My voice comes out less confident than i wanted it to be.
"Why do you work here? What is it, like for charity, volunteering, or do you just want to have fake pity for everyone?" Josh says in a cold tone...almost mad at me for..working? Wtf.
"Excuse me? What the hell is your problem?!"
"Dude wtf" even Jayden is backing me up.
Who does he think he is talking to me like that.
"If you have a problem, you can leave, im sure you can figure out where the door is" i tell him with a bitchy tone.
He scoffs, "i knew it" he mumbles.
"And what exactly do you know? Is it a crime that im working? would you like to report me for doing something every citizen does, a.k.a WORKING"
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My fucked up life
RomanceIsabella Harper, life has never been easy for her, abused her whole life by her father and brother, bullied at school for various reasons, and blamed. She has never been treated right. However she has raised herself and is always a top student. A de...
