This is a story I'm writing for one of my best friends, so she is the main character and I am also in the story. This is a work of fiction, only certain characters were taken from real life.
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"Cassidy, wake up. Hey, we have to open the shop." A voice whispers. I sit up quickly, started by the voice. Because of my sudden movement, Haylee and I collide heads.
"Ouch." We say in unison, rubbing our heads with our palms. I tuck some of my blonde fly aways back into my bun and push the covers off of me. Haylee walks to mirror and examines her forehead.
"What time is it?" I ask rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"6:15. Sam dropped off the rest of the cups we ordered, so I'm going to go down there and get them unpacked. It'll probably take longer than 15 minutes, so could you pretty please open up?"
I sigh and nod. I'm still tired from the late closing we had the night before. It was open mic night and way more people showed up than usual. I wished so badly it was Sunday so all we would do is go to church and come home and sleep. But, it's only Thursday.
When Haylee and I were young, our conversations would be filled with dreams and hopes. We always talked about going to college together and then moving in together. It's still hard to believe sometimes, that we actually did it.
I decide to take my time getting ready. I know nobody is usually waiting for the door to open. We don't start getting customers until around 7.
I shower, brush my teeth, put some makeup on, and braid my hair. Just as I'm about to leave the bathroom, I catch my own tired face in the mirror.
"Oh why oh why must I look like I haven't slept in a week?" I sigh and go on to get dressed, hoping no one will notice the bags under my eyes.
I quickly throw on a navy blue t-shirt and some worn out jeans. I don't usually try too hard just for work. We get pretty much the same people in everyday.
Pete, who's an sculptor and usually has paint stains on this clothes.
Violet, who is a single mom and always brings her cute 3 year son, Charlie.
Grant and Penny, who are a newlywed couple that Haylee and I have come to be quite close with.
And Jackson, who is an author, like us. He's quiet, but extremely talented. He's our most regular customer.
Glancing over at the clock on Haylee's bedside table, I see it's 6:54. Shoot, I have to go.
After closing our front door, I lock it, and run down the stairs. Just as I reach the front door, I see Violet and Charlie walking up. I wave at redheaded little boy, unlock the door, and turn the closed sign to open. The belle tings and I turn to see the smiling face of Charlie and the weary face of his mother.
"Hi little man! How are you doing today?"
"Hi Cass! Good!" He pulls his hand out of his mother's and runs toward the back of the store.
"Charlie! Come back here!" Violet calls after him.
Placing my hand on her shoulder I smile, "It's fine. Haylee is back there, I'm sure she'd love some company. Now, coffee?"
She shakes her head and sighs, "Yes, please. I really need it."
Violet takes a seat by the window and pulls out her phone. She looks at it, frowns, and puts back in her purse. I pour her a big cup of black coffee, add two sugars, and a shot of vanilla soy milk. I carefully take over to her table and set it down.
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Short Stories
Kısa Hikaye(that cover is pretty irrelevant but whatevs) Some times they'll be long, sometimes they'll be super short. Sometimes they'll be scary, sometimes they won't. Enjoy:)
