Pactum Fraudis (ON TEMP HOLD)

Chapter Eight:Hooters Girl!

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was that dream again. This was a daily thing for me, wake up from that dream with the ,oh so delicious looking guy in it, and have a throbbing head-ache. I reached for the night stand beside my bed looking for the Aleve.

     After taking two pills I began to ponder my thoughts. Well, more like visions and contacting my spirit guide. Sometimes I think I don’t have a spirit guide, I just have dead people talk to me a lot.

     After my family was slaughtered at out Massachusetts home, I embraced my abilities and graduated high school. Surprisingly I found over three hundred grand in my bank account after the whole graduation ceremony. From what I remember I only had about five thousand dollars to start off with. I went to go ask the teller and all he told me was that it’s being transferred straight to my account.

     Time after time I keep getting large amounts of money in my account. Even when I change accounts or banks. So I just leave it there and take what I need. And what I needed to do was move to New York.

     Looking up at my alarm clock I noticed it was 6 pm. Yes, I am a night owl now because if my job. I’m a Hooter’s girls now, one who is extremely well in academics. Well, a lot of the girls there are smart and this was just a way to have fun while to make some money. It wasn’t that bad honestly, so why complain?

     I had 30 minutes to get ready, pack all of my crap, and walk all the way down to my destination. Putting my uniform in my tote (which was the usual short-shorts and crop top), I pulled a pair of jeans of my smooth legs, and put on a sweatshirt over my bra.

     I never really thought I needed a shirt to put on under my sweatshirt when I went to work. It was easier just to put on half of shirt and throw on small shorts.

     I left my bathroom after brushing my teeth, and washing my face. Make up wasn’t really my things unless it was lip gloss. People have always told me I looked beautiful without make up so that’s what I believed. Grabbing my bag I headed out of my tiny apartment.

     On my way there I couldn’t help but feel different. For some reason my tarot cards haven’t been telling me crap, and not one ghost has talked to me about the future or how my day was going to go. Also my visions have been repeating themselves, the extremely hot guy.

     It’s the end of October and the weather is still nice. Halloween is coming up soon and it was going to be a blast. Walking through the front doors, I decided what I was going to be, Chucky. Oh yeah, my red hair is definitely going to fit the part.

     When I came at the threshold I clapped my hands three times and took my stride. I heard both the customers and employees scream my name with joy. It was a full house and help has just arrived.

     Walking to the bar I went behind it and my lovely manger gave a hug. She pushed my cheeks together and began to talk one million miles an hour.

     “Valora, sweet pea I’m glad you’re on time! It’s been mad here! We’re short on girls and the girls that did show want to beat the shit out of some of these boys. For once in my life I actually prayed for God? Do you know how screwed up it is for an Atheist to pray!?”  Her eyes were bugging out of her head which made me laugh hysterically.

     I ducked underneath the counter and changed into my uniform. This was going to be a fun night I can tell.

     “I got you Jesus!” I said while getting up. I’m glad that she laughed when I called her Jesus, she needed a break.

     Getting out from behind the counter I took my tray and went towards the un-served tables.

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