Audrey (IN EDITING)

And Trey's Drive

Hadley pic on the side ->

(BTW, her name is pronounced: Had-leigh)

I finally got a job. It's at a 50's themed diner, referred to as Donna's. Besides the roller-skates and the phony accent I have to pull of as genuine, the pay's pretty good. And the costumes' cute.

I like making money the old-fashioned way, and back in Washington, I was a pro waitress at Applebee's. It's my second week and it's packed in here.

Goddamn Judy and Colleen called in sick and Clementine's late. It's only Dillon and me in the front and Toby was in the kitchen, and it's hard to serve 20 people with two people helping. I've got customers complaining that they're burgers are too stale and their milkshakes are bland and that they didn't get enough napkins and I want to just yell at their face.

I never like describing a person as 'fat' because weight doesn't describe a person, and yet again, I'm not exactly walking in a Vic Secret fashion show anytime soon, but, I'd like to describe someone who is larger than average as "bigger". But the amount of 'bigger' people I saw today, it was a bit scary and it shows a vast decline of the health department of America. I know I'm not skinny and I don't want to lose weight because my weight is sustainable and the slightest bit above average, but if I got to the stage where I was at a health risk, I'd start to do something about it.

Beads of sweat were running down my neck and my heart was jolting. There's too much stress and I can't handle it. I should be happy that my shift will be over in less than 5 minutes, but I'm about to chop of my own hair and end my life. I ignored Dillon's call for me name as I ran to the walk-in fridge to calm down. I closed the door and slide down onto the cold tile. My head rested against the wall as I tried to weigh out my options. I took sharp breaths to calm my nerves, but I wanted to pass out.

You could do it, you know. Astrid pointed out as she came out of my head and took a seat on the shelf next to my head. She looks pretty today.

"No I can't. I promised myself that I'd only use my powers when it's absolutely necessary," I argued with her. For a conscience, she's really irritating.

Honey, you look like your gonna pass out, and you have to deal with this till 7

"If I get these people to go away, will you stop lecturing me?" I spat back. I don't like being mean to her, even though she's apart of me, but she's getting on my nerves.

Yes! I know you don't like taking the easy way out, but it's for your benefit.

Whenever Astrid and I talk, she's always gonna be right. She's wiser and has more experience since she's done this for a long time.

"I can't make it a habit of taking the easy way out though,"

Don't worry, it will only be this one time. She reassures me.

"Fine, I'll do it,"

I waved my fingers into the air and thought about the customers leaving. The dimmed noise of the 'ping' reassured me it worked.

There you go. Oh and before I go back inside your head, Loverboy is waiting for you at the counter. Astrid smirked as she flew into my ear and went into my mind.

'Loverboy'?

As I walked back the front of the diner, I saw Trey on the stool, glancing at the menu.

Huh.

I skated over, trying to keep my balance and not make a fool of myself and trip.

"Hey" I greeted as I came to a halt.