Avril, the Teenage witch

4.cofee house, part 2.

*picture of Taylor and Libby*
*Taylor: Shanica Knowles* *Libby: Jenna leigh Green*

She looked at me like i was from another planet then glared at Mandy.

"Who said you could just hire anyone you want. My cousin is the owner and I'm the manager, what we say goes." Her eyes were shooting daggars at us.

"I'm sorry, she seemed nice and we needed extra help."

"Uhh.. whatever i don't have time for this. I think Lukas is totally checking me out."

Lucas?

"Luke West, he's an employee here. 18 years of pure hottnes." Amanda said.

"Oh well, where is he?"

"He's over there next to the casheer" He actually seemed to be annoyed by her, he was just too nice to admit it. I laughed at the thought.

"So i guess we'll have to wait for Libby to agree on you workimg here."

"Yeah. I guess so." I sighed.

30 minutes later Libby Chessler showed up. She had that same stuck up look and tone that Taylor had. Taylor wispered something, then Libby came with that glare on her face.

"Kinkle huh? So your parents have finally returned to westbridge."

"Excuse me, but how do you know my parents?"

"You mean. Sabrina has never mentioned me? No even once?" She gasped and put her hand on her heart, faking hurt.

"Um... no. But thinking about it, your name is a bit familiar."

"I used to go to school with Sabrina and Harvey. Everything was perfectly fine with harvey until the freak arrived in sophomore year. Then she just stole him from me."

"EXCUSE ME! But my dad fell in love with her, she didn't steal him. It's not her fault that you can't keep a guy!"

"Uh.. whatever. Anyway that house your living in, weird stuff happened in it. Your mom was and I'm sure still is weird. Besides her aunts. Ugh now THOSE were the senior freaks."

"Stop talking about my family this way."

"Whatever. You know what they say, an apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Okay now my blood was boiling. "You can work here though. But any strange behavior and your outta here." With that she went away. To hell I hope.

Honestly I think the reason she's making me work here is that she can torture me. Well she hasn't met me yet. And I'm anything but my mother. She was sweet, nice, caring and innocent. I can handle the pressure.

I wispered to myself, "I hope you trip and break your arm." Surprisingly she fell moaning "my aaarrmm, I think it's broken."

That was a weird coincidence.