ONGOING!!
"You look young enough to be my daughter"
"Does that mean I can call you daddy?"
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Lucille Castellos, the quiet, determined girl that no one paid attention or talked too. She had many secrets or ups and downs in her life, and although she...
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𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕖
There was another light ring from the cafe door as a happy couple walks in, hugging each other at the waist. The man holds the door for an elderly man with a tall hat and he gives him gratitude with a toothy—yellowy grin.
Just in the booth to my right lies a mother of twins who was on the phone making a very, erotic phone call. With her two toddlers next to her she seductively places her hand over her mouth and looks around all rosy cheeked. I giggled at her. The toddlers seemed oblivious to their mother's playful antics, more focused on exploring the world around them.
I looked at the clock above the kitchen and figured I was done with my daily people watching,
Packing up my stuff and waving bye to William, the owner of the cute bakery called Sweet Delights, I exited the door of which the cuddly couple and tall hat man had entered.
I biked my way through downtown; it was way more peaceful than driving.
The streets of Lockwood were flooded with people trying to push through to get to the places they needed to be. It was late September which meant T-shirts and shorts were the only right way to dress. Lockwood was a small town with nearly 3,000 citizens. Which meant everyone knew everyone and their mothers. Except for me.
After my mother left us, my father shut down completely. He got fired from his job, and started his gambling and drinking addiction causing us to go into a deep amount of debt. When he got fired, I would have to basically starve myself for a solid three years before I got myself a job and started providing for myself and my father.
Still after I started making income and getting the supplies to actually live, he didn't stop his addiction. I had thought once I'd start making money, he'd go back to the old him, the one who would kiss my bruises when I got hurt, not be the one to cause them.
So here I was. If people were to know me, it would be as the weird girl who wears the same clothes everyday and doesn't talk to anyone. Though I have always dreamt of a best friend, I always find myself friendless.
Many people just straight out ignored me now, but in high school they would always have something to say. Whenever someone would make fun of me, whether it was because the street I lived on or the clothes I wore, I would simply smile up to them, and carry on with my day. Because they didn't know what I had been through and that okay. But if they were to find out, they wouldn't be making fun of me. I always thought of them having a bad day, and needing to take it out on someone.
On my way home, I stopped by my work which is technically called Rosies Famous Sip and Savor, but everyone, and I mean everyone just calls it Rosies. But I call its RFASS because it sounds cool.
I think it's extremely weird if you don't give things nicknames.
Like for example, I used to have a red Datsun, that was barely making it through. Like one side view mirror was crooked and unfixable, and every time I would start sweet baby Betsy, it would make a super weird noise. I had to sell it.
