If Only

part one

Hey guys,
This is my first Wattpad story and I'm so excited. This story so far is not the best language wise but I hope you enjoy none the less
Caity xxx

I woke up, a normal day. The sun shone through the glint of my curtains, momentarily blinding my eyes as I held my hand in front of my face. I glanced subconsciously at the clock, 8:00-I slept in! I quickly pushed off the covers, discarding them on the floor and jumped quickly into the shower. In a matter of 15 minutes I was ready and heading out the door for work at 8:30-great!As I went to grab my keys and lock the door I realised I forgot them. Sighing in defeat I opened the door. Dazza my fluffy white dog, sat on the mat with my keys hanging in his mouth, his little tail wagging in excitment. Sighing a breath of relief I grabbed them off him, wiping the slobber off before I made my way down town.

This morning I had the early shift at coffee, coffoo. Which I was already running late for, great first day. Unfortunately I lost my job at run on the run last week due to the unlabeled buttons on the frozen drink machine. Resulting in many unhappy costumers and a frozen coke covered boss. So, I didn't have the best reputation with jobs... That would not stop me! Coffee,coffoo would last, no matter how bad the name was.
I half ran, half walked all the way to the coffeehouse. I was already puffed out by the time I reached the front door. 8:29, yes early ! I was the only one on this morning besides nancy and the cafè was fairly quiet. Trudging into the backroom, I hung up my bag, clipped on my badge and whipped myself up a cup of much needed coffee.
I walked out into the cafè
"Morning Nancy" I grumbled, my hands clasped around the hot mug.
"Brooklyn, good to be back?" The old women greeted my cheerily.
"Um yeah, just for future reference Nancy. Is backtalking costumers still not allowed?" I asked her with a hint of a smile plucking at the corners of my mouth. Nancy chuckled and shook her head.
"Ah Brooklyn, you must try harder to follow the rules this time, don't think I haven't kept record on all the jobs you've gone through dear" I rolled my eyes as I cleaned the mug. By 10 o'clock the coffeehouse had began to pile in with bossy men in suits and women on a mission. This was the part of work that I had forgotten about, rushing about, arguing with costumers and the endless amount of coffee. Just as I was passing a bitch of a lady her mocha lattè with two and an a half piches of sugar and half a pump of chocolate with extra caffeine the ground shook beneath me.
I reached for the counter as shouts surrounded the house.
"Nancy!" I called as another tremor shook the ground. I screamed as I fell to the ground, screams rang loud and clear in my ears. I looked up and saw the coffee machines fall off the corners with A thud. Everything went black, thats the last thing I remember until I woke up.