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Chapter 1- Today is Just Not My Luck

Chapter 1— Today is Just Not My Luck

Madison
 

    “Your assigned tables are 3, 6, 8, 10 and 13.” Layla, the owner of the shop told me. “I'm sure you can handle that by yourself and be nice.”

She's on her mid-40 but she's still pretty, like really really pretty. She had a blonde hair that reached just above her shoulder, it's curled into perfection. Her light blue eyes are so beautiful, full of happiness and joy. She's always smiling, like she's not carrying problems on her shoulder. I bet when she was my age she's popular and the boys are head over heels at her beauty.

I gave her a simple nod and smiled at her. On what she said, it seems like I'm not nice to the costumers. I'd take that offensively but I remembered she always telling that to us when we're going to start our shift.

I'm working here since I was 16, that just mean I worked here for almost 1 and a half year. It wasn't the best job out there but it's really okay, because it gave me enough money to buy myself what I need.

Layla, the owner of the shop was one of my parents friend. Her family use to come at my parents house and have dinner together, our family as well use to come over at theirs to have a usual dinner. She's really nice and basically my third mother figure.

Layla left before giving me another smile and good luck. And soon, I heard the bell rang telling that there's costumer that just walked in. I looked over them and saw a group of boys sat on the set of table.

They sat on one of the table near the glass wall and chatted, laughing like a maniac. I mentally rolled my eyes and told myself to focus and that I needed to be nice.

I pulled my nicest smile and walked over them. "Hi, I'm Madison but you can call me Maddy, I'm your waitress for today, what can I get for you to drink sir?"

"Oh, Madison." The boy with a dark hair smirked at me. "So you're working here?"

I nodded, still the smile is on my face even though I really wanted to scowl and slap his smirk off his annoying face.

"Didn't know you're that poor." He added.

Even though his words really affected me, I let it aside and ignored it. As long as I want to scratch his face off, I can't because I needed this work. Layla wouldn't be happy if I hurt one of the costumer.

"Yes sir I am, that's why I'm working here because I need to get money on my own hard work." I smiled, he frowned knowing what I really meant to say. "What would you like to drink sir?"

I looked at his other friends and found them looking at me with sympathy, well except to the blonde that knows I hate sympathy.  But really, I don't need it.

They said what drinks they want to order, even this other blonde dude joked about put poisoning powder to this annoying boy's drink. I'm not that heartless so I guess that's out of the list.

I gotta admit it hurts me when he said I'm that poor. I sometimes wonder what it feels like if they never left me, alone. Not that I'm complaining about my life now, because really I'm not. I don't mind not buying what I want like phone, clothes or something to show others that I'm not poor, not at all. I was just wondering and assuming things.

I'm not even that poor, I still have money in my bank account and i barely use that. Just for my needs. I'm saving for my future, for my college. I'm sure I'm not going to pass to any scholarship but I'm I'm trying to. If not, I still have my own savings to pay for college. It's better safe than sorry.