It's Friday night. Every other teenager would be hanging around somewhere or are going clubbing tonight, but I had to work. I like work but I don't want to be a waitress forever. I'm working here for maybe two years, trying to collect my collage money. This is my senior year, and I was planning to go to college next year after I graduate. But if I don’t make it, than I have to work an extra year or something.
In total I have three jobs. I let the dog out for my next door neighbors, baby sit a couple of toddlers and I’m a waitress in a three stars restaurant. I must work really hard because my mother can't afford my studies. So I have to help. My dad remarried when he divorced my mother. But my mother never remarried after the divorce.
I was eight at that time. All day my father was at work and every night he called home and was saying that he has to overwork. At first my mother didn’t care. She thought it was just for a while. But when he after three weeks called every night that he has to do over time and will be late, my mother started to worry. To make a long story short, my father was dating another woman behind my mother’s back. And every night he was with her and not at work. So here I am. Hurrying to make it on time. I was walking from my guitar lessons to the restaurant.
''I’ll see you next Friday Adrianna. You did a great job today.'' my guitar teacher said. ''Thank you, good night.'' I didn’t wait for her to reply. I just grabbed my guitar in its case and started to run out of the building like it was on fire. The restaurant wasn't too far away. Maybe ten minutes. Seven If I speed walk and five if I run. I had five minutes to get there so I decided to run to the restaurant. My guitar case was a little heavy, but that didn't bother me from running.
''Come on short legs, run!'' I whispered to myself. When I saw the board of the restaurant I made a little happy dance in my head. But when I saw the hundreds of cars parked in the parking lot I groaned. Why is it that always Friday nights are the busiest? I sped up a little bit again. When I entered, I quickly run to the workers lounge. I practically threw my guitar case on the ground and threw on my work apron. Why was it that you have to tie the apron on your back?
Struggling with it I tied it. ''Yes!'' I quickely hurried out of the workers lounge and I spotted Martha behind the counter. ''Sorry I'm late Martha! I was just came from my guitar session. I even ran from there. But I’ll just go do work now, 'cause I saw a couple...''
"Adrianna, stop rambling and go to work. I’ll let it slide...again. But only because you aren’t that late maybe two minutes or so. That isn´t a crime, now go to work!'' she beamed at me.
I nodded and headed over to the table I was assigned.
''Good evening, I'm your waitress Adrianna. Do you know what to order yet?'' I looked up and to my horror sat the…Popular people. Great.
The queen B, Melissa, snorted. "Do you have anything with zero calories in it?''
I gulped” Um..yeah, Water.” Melissa now looked up realizing who I am.
“Oh look who it is, little miss Adrianna. So this is what Ugly people do in there free time,”
A smirk pulled itself onto my face as I said “ Woah, looks like someone had a extra bowl of bitch flakes this morning…”
“How dare you?!’
“Look, I would slap you right now but I don’t wanna get slut on my hand.”
“You know what! You don’t madder. Your just alittle nobody.’
“ Whatever helps you sleep at night, bitch,” And with that I walked away.
