Save me

Mornings arent my favorite Chapter 2

Lauren's Pov
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"Errrrrrrrrrrtt" is all I hear at 6:30, I look up and see that it's my alarm clock. I press snooze but it took a while because my arm was all weak from sleeping on it last night.

I got up and went down stairs to see what was to eat, since we just moved in yesterday there was nothing only hamburgers and salad. I decided on the way to school I would stop at the breakfast cafe down my street and get a take out or if I have time a quick bite to eat. School didn't start till 8:45 so I had time if I hurried up.

I walk upstairs and brushed my hair and teeth, washed my face and put my makeup of. I put on black eye liner on my bottom and top eye lid and decided to add a smoky eye. I decided not to wear lip stick today because it would have been a little to much. So I reached over and grabbed my mascara I put some on my bottom eye lash and a usual amount on my top eye lash.
I opened my closet to see if I had any good clothes already in the closet, but all I had was dresses. So I decided to look in my suit case.

I oped my suit case and pulled out a black under shirt, with a black sweater with skulls and black leggings, for shoes I decided my black vans. It was 7:04 when I was done so I went down stairs to get the car keys. Locked the door and was on my way to the breakfast place.

When I walked in the breakfast place named "early bird" I seen 3 girls about my age sitting in the booth, they were just staring at me, I really had no clue what to do...... "ugh another gay gothic is it?" Called out a tall, thick like girl.
I didn't reply because I wasn't going to start a fight.

"Hello, welcome to morning stars, how many will be seated? A old women wearing a apron with coffee in her hand asked?

" Hi, seating for 1." I almost mumbled.
"Okay, follow me over here," she said walking to the destination.

She seemed very cheerful considering she was a waitress. Not many are like that, hopefully she wasn't expecting a big tip. My moms name is Paula, I would say she's a average mother. My moms a janitor at the elementary school. She make at least 300 every other week. She keeps the 250$ for bills and herself and gives me 50$. Usually I don't take the money because sometimes we run out of food stamps for the month. I guess you could say we are far from rich, but close to poor.
"Here's your seat, now are you all set to orda?" Asked with an attitude. But I didn't really care about that.

All I really cared about was how close my seat was to those girls. They look very clean and rich. Like they were very popular. All I could think was, do they like me? Do they go to our school? Are they in my grade? Will they bully me?
"Excuse me darling, are you all set to order?" The waitress asked kind of wondering if I was just going off to daydream.

" yeah,can I just have a ham and cheese omelette with orange juice?" Hoping they had omelettes.

"yeah, give me like 10 minutes." Sounding like she was going to rush the cooks.