(Sorry to any Ed Sheeran lovers)
I fucked up. My new job started this morning at 10:00 AM...it was currently 10:12. It's the first week of summer vacation, and this year, my father felt that I needed to have a job. Something about learning responsibility.
From The Start by Laufey was blasting in my headphones as I ran down the sidewalk, panting like a dog. Somehow, I had forgotten to set my alarm yesterday, before I went to bed. I had been woken up by a shit-ton of missed calls and texts, asking where I was. Though I suppose it kind of made sense, seeing as we had been so busy unpacking the whole day. Sure, I would miss my hometown and the rest of my family, but I think moving to Ninjago city could be a nice reset. A new school, new chance at making a good impression for myself.
Soon I rounded a corner, allowing me to spot the little café I would be spending my summer at. The tiny building was decorated with neon lights in green and pink, with a big sign, labeled, Cove Café. My eyes marveled at the beautiful shop before stepping inside.
"Ah, Joan, there you are! Only....fifteen minutes late for your first day." The familiar voice belonged to Daniel, my childhood best friend. We've been friends all our lives, due to both of our mothers working in the same nursing department. Or, that was until my mother passed away from cancer.
Her death was really hard on my father, making him pretty absent in my upbringing. As for my brother, Cole, I'm not sure what to think. After our father became absent and swallowed by grief, Cole disappeared to god knows where. He started sending a few letters and pictures here and there to let us know he was alright. Now he's supposedly studying at Mart Oppenheimer school of Performing Arts. For some reason it doesn't make sense. Cole was never really interested in dancing or singing, why would he study at a performing arts school?
Though I can't help but be angry with him. Im angry that he just left me like that. Cole left me all by myself to fend for my own, while dad spent all his time with his group, singing and dancing. It was just pure luck that I enjoyed ballet when he first signed me up, or life would probably be a living hell.
Unfortunately for me, It didn't take long before he decided that staying in Ninjago city was too painful and woke too many memories of my mother, causing us to move away for a few years. Luckily, me and Daniel managed to keep in contact through many calls and social media.
"I know, I know! I'm sorry!" I whined as he let out a quick laugh. "It's fine, we don't open for another half hour, anyway. Luckily for you, it's only me and you at the moment, and I'm the one training you! Now, don't worry, you're not sweeping floors or anything. I convinced dad to let you work the register and occasionally, help with the cakes." My reply consisted of a quiet hum, as I followed Daniel to the back. I had to admit, that when I heard the news that I wouldn't be washing to floor, a huge relief flooded throughout my body.
After Daniel had shown me around, he began teaching me the basics. I've always been told I fast a fast learner, so it didn't surprise me when I could already work the register after ten minutes. Decorating the cakes however? That was another story. The decoration part was never my specialty. Usually, when me and Daniel were baking when we were younger, I would make the cake batter, he would decorate. That's the way it always had been.
After an attempt at frosting about five cupcakes, we were both covered in icing and some kind of chocolate sauce. Not to mention, the cupcakes looked horrid. Like absolutely menacing. "Okay..maybe we just focus on the register for now? You can learn this at another time. We open in five minutes anyway." I swear it wasn't me who was bad. Daniel is just a terrible teacher. Right. That must be it.
