Tea Shop Love

*Cruel kids lead to tea shops and sex

I hate my life. I hate the alarm clock I just broke, which turns out to be the fifth this year. I have a job at a kid's party in two hours in the Ciutadella which could be resumed in four words: Chocolate, dirt, screaming and hot.

I dragged my body out of bed and went straight to take a shower. Waking up as the cold water ran my body and my stomach complaining about its emptiness. Like every morning my body had a fixed itinerary, waking up moody followed with a cold shower and straight to the kitchen to feed the beast. I love food, I wanted to be a chef but I knew I would eat anything I made so that was a no.

Walking into the kitchen I saw Marc sitting on the counter while smoking a joint and laughing at Yane. Smiling at the image before me I rose an eyebrow and tried to understand.

" Morning! What's going on? Marc I said no smoking that in the kitchen!" - I said being noticed for the first time since I came in. Raising his head and putting down the joint to look at me Marc smiled.

" Yane here decided to bet she could eat a whole spoon of cinnamon without choking".

" I did not, you told me to close my eyes and said it was cacao!" She threatened him with the spatula in her hands.

Looking at the time I tuned them down knowing they would be at it for a while, they have always been like that. I poured a bowl of white chocolate cereals, which I love and make my day brighter, added some milk and left to the small balcony. Soon Puck came and sat down next to me.

"What the hell happened in the kitchen? I couldn't even get in without being bashed with flour!". I looked at him laughing, I did not expect them to get so heated this early in the morning but well, I am not cleaning that mess.

"Yane is suffering Marc's high. Hey, how was it with that girl yesterday, I can't remember her name." He huffed and started complaining about her not understanding it was just a matter of sex, that she wanted to go out and that they had fought about it which was ridiculous because they were not even friends.

Later on I picked a skate dress Marc designed for me and my ankle black boots and went to the bathroom to get dressed and apply some mascara and lip gloss. Rushing out I poured some coffee on my thermo and ran downstairs screaming a good bye and straight to the metro station.

The good thing here in Barcelona is I have always felt like home, the public transport was as complex as the one back in London, you could get everywhere and I was lucky enough to leave next to one of the main stations.

At three in the afternoon all my energy had been absorbed by the little devils running around throwing food and screaming senseless words.

I was having a mental debate with myself about why should I be doing this when I was an urban artist. I took shots of life and nature, not parties or cakes. I wanted to get home, smoke a joint and lay on the sofa watching an episode of Sons of Anarchy.

Lately I was struggling to pay my bills, which had resulted in me accepting jobs such as this one. Letting my mind flow I got lost and missed the ball that flew straight to my face sending me back to earth and falling on my butt. Opening my eyes I found myself surrounded by ten pairs of little eyes. I got on my feet, checked my dress and faked a smile while secretly sending thousands of daggers to each one of them.

" ¿Estás bien?" The party girl, whose name I could not remember, smiled evilly at me. As if asking me if I was alright was enough to cover the fact that she had found me falling hilarious.

"Si, merci, estoy bien, me he despistado." Telling her I was alright and that I had been distracted I turned to check the time on my phone and realised I was done for the day. Packing my bags and saying my goodbyes to the parents I turned to leave. Well it was hard, but I got paid enough to pay two rents and that made it worth it.