In a cozy café, where morning light gently streams in and the aroma of coffee fills the air, a special story begins. This tranquil haven holds an invisible magic, connecting two lives that are destined to intertwine.
𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚 escapes the pressur...
!!! English is not my mother language, i don't speak it at all, so please be kind. You can always correct me if something is wrong or if it doesn't sound good. Thank you loves. I really hope you enjoy the chapters.🦢 !!!!
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The alarm clock buzzed, waking me from a restless sleep. I whined, wanting to quit high school.But i still dragged myself out of bed, already thinking about the day ahead. I dressed quickly brushed my hair,putting on light make up, so my parents won't throw a tantrum on me. Looking at my reflection, I wondered if today would be any different from the usual.
In the kitchen, my mother's voice cut through the quiet. "Hurry up Kid! You don't want to be late for school." I checked if i packed everything before i grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs. I don't eat breakfast this early, it makes me wanting to throw up, so i always take it to go and eat it later. My father absence told me that he's already at his way to go to work.
"Bye Mom!" I yelled while i put on my shoes. I looked in the mirror before i headed down the block to the bus stop, where the bus was coming minutes later. As always i play my playlist from Nf and enjoy looking out the window, even if it doesn't take me that long to school. Gratefully i'm one of the first on the bus because sooner the bus is full of students. Arriving at school Eliza already waits at the bus stop, my best friend who always brightened my day. I wait till everyone gets out, eliza walking smiling toward me. "Good morning brunett" "Hey blondie", is my response, my eyes still closed by being tired.
While walking inside the school we talked about the schoolday, which means complaining. Eliza laughed. "Come on, it's not that bad. We'll get through it, like always." We talked about everything from school gossip to weekend plans as we walked to our first class. Her energy was a welcome break from the stress of school and home. We laughed about a funny incident in chemistry, and for a while, I forgot about the pressures waiting for me. I have great grades i can't complain but i hade sitting in class, i'm way to anxious to raise my hand. Especially if i don't know the answer, it always makes me feel bad about myself.
Maths. monday morning first two periods are maths, what the fuck? How can anyone be in a good mood. I sat down in the second row, taking my things out of my bag. Watching everyone else come inside. Funny, everyone looks so mad, it makes me giggle. I lose the giggle the moment our strict math teacher walks in. Why we hate maths? Because he is always in a bad mood and doesn't show anything except disinterest. I opened my folder where my homeworks were.
After Chemistry, English, and geography i finally had a long lunchbreak. We have those big tables where i waited for eliza to come out of her French period. Her big smiles made me frown, but it all made sense when i saw that one guy walking out of the classroom. Elizas crush, it made me roll my eyes because she gets all wobbly. „He is soooo sweet" she groaned sitting down. *see thats what i mean* I pulled out my food before we started in our big conversation, people coming and going while we stayed. Laughing so much that people from the outside would think that we're drunk.
Hours later when the final bell rang, I walked to the bus stop talking with the girl next to me who is a new student. Time flew fast and suddenly i was standing in front of my house. As soon as I walked through the door, my mother started with her usual complaints. "How was school?. And don't forget to do your homework" I rolled my eyes. Can i take my shoes off first? God damn. But i exhaled nodded and went to my room, trying to escape the constant pressure not only my family put on my but also myself.
Changing into comfier clothes, i did my homework before i decided to take a short nap before i go to work. I changed into my work clothes for my shift at the café. The café was my little haven, where I could forget about my problems and focus on serving coffee and pastries.
Walking to the café, I felt a sense of relief. The warm lights and soft sounds of the café made me feel at ease. Behind the counter, making drinks and chatting with customers was calming. Here, my dreams felt a bit closer, and the daily routine seemed a little more bearable. "Hello Darling.", gina said, she's the owner of the cafe. "Hey Gina, how are you?" I put my hair up with a clip and connected my phone with the radio so i can play my calming playlist. Gina told me the newest news about her kids before she headed back to the kitchen while i starting taking orders and bringing customers their orders. Next to me working Lia and Sophia, they were also at my school.
As the café quieted down, I savored these moments of peace. Each day might be the same, but here, surrounded by the comforting routine of work, I felt a small sense of freedom. Especially because of the atmosphere, i can chat freely. Gina doesn't mind, she even encourages us to make the Café feeling like a second home.
After what felt like minutes, my shift was over, and after saying goodbye to everyone. I went home with my bicycle. Enjoying the music in my ears and the wind going through my body. My mind as always being somewhere else. Maladaptive Daydreaming. My forever comforting space. At the same time it scared me how much i'm disconnecting with my reality. But as long as i'm happy right?
I slummed on my bed and fell asleep, already exhausted of the next school day.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I always suck at the beginning :( I hope you still enjoyed it!!!🙂↕️ I really did miss writing, the last time i wrote something was nearly two years ago. I have so many stories in my drafts, but somehow I always stopped mid story because of lack of timing or I couldn't stay disciplined. See you in the next chapter, love. <3 🩷🫂 feel hugged.
