My alarm rang, screaming at me to get up and go to my shithole of a coffee shop. There weren't any new customers anymore, just the same old. Same time, same people, same orders. It's the only job in my area that will take me at this age. 18. So its my only chance. My only chance of freedom. I roll over, sliding onto my floor and undress myself slowly. We have a terrible water pressure, and hits my back lightly, hardly soaking my hair. Normally, i stand and gaze into the distance, daydreaming. But my work starts in 15 minutes. And its 15 minutes away.
I rub my towel against my body, drying myself while also making prominent red marks on my legs and arms. My clothes are on in seconds, as i always plan out the night before; a long, black skirt that skims my ankles and my grey work shirt that bags at the chest because of my obvious lack of boobs. I tie my hair up into a messy bun- my intention to look cute, but end up looking like a drug dealer. Not that i know of any of them. I go makeup less and make a run for it to work.
I decided im starting a new story! It's currently 2am and i need to sleep, so im stopping this chapter here so far... i'll try and update soon!! please comment and like:-)
