The train pulled into the station just as my phone started buzzing. It was mum again. She had called at least 15 times. But each time I ignored it. I didn't want to speak to her. she didn't actually care.
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I declined the call and got off the train. 'Best day of my life' was blasting through my headphones which I though was pretty ironic. Paddington station was filling up very quickly with people commuting to work. There were men in smart business suits and women with their hair scraped back into a neat bun and a skirt suit.
I suddenly felt so small. So unimportant and unnoticed. But for once in my life I didn't care.
I spent the rest of my day exploring london on foot. I couldn't afford to waste. Money on the underground. Not until I got a job.
It was getting to sun down and this was the bit I dreaded the most. I had no where to stay and just a sleeping bag to keep me warm. I guess I would rough it in a small alley somewhere.
THE NEXT DAY
I woke up in the worlds most uncomfortable position but it was still early because I had woken at sunrise which was about 3 am at a guess.
I found a public toilet to get changed in and wash my face and brush my teeth. Luckily there was no one in there because it was so early.
I went to Trafalgar square. Found a bench and just sat and enjoyed the peacefulness of sleeping london. Every so often a drunk clubber would stumble by but apart from that it was completely deserted.
I sat there and watched the world go by and read till about mid day when I felt I might pass out cuz i hadn't eaten in nearly 2 days.
I found the nearest supermarket and bought an apple.
As I was walking out I noticed a sign outside Starbucks next door. It said 'waitresses needed, friendly. Previous experience not necessary but may help.'
The job sounded perfect because a) I used to love Starbucks before I found out how many calories there were in them and b) before u ran away I used to work at the local cafe.
I finished my apple and went to a toilet just to check that I didn't look like a total tramp. I fixed my hair a bit and went back and walked in.
'Hi, what can I get you' said the lady behind the counter. She looked about my age with waist length died red hair. She looked friendly and I found out from her name tag that she was called Niombi.
'Well i noticed the poster outside said that you were looking for waitresses and I need a job so'
She frowned a bit but said she would go and get her boss.
After a couple of minutes a tall skinny lady with glasses and short blonde hair walked out. The girl motioned towards me and the manger smiled.
'Hi I'm Sydney' she said in an Australian accent 'I hear you are interested in a job?'
'Yea' I said rather nervously.
'Ok well let's get a drink and talk things through then, what would you like?'
'That sounds good , could I just have water please?' I replied timidly
'Are you sure? It's ok I will pay' I just nodded and she shrugged.
After we got the drinks we went to sit down at a table. ' so what's your name?'
'Tash'
'Ok and why would you like this job' she asked
'Um well I'm new to london and just need a job, plus I love Starbucks'
She smiled 'ok good, have you got any previous experience?'
'Yea I used to work in a cafe back home'
'Ok well I think this could work Tash' she looked stern but kind as well.
I smiled 'great'
'How about you start tomorrow?'
'That would be fab, thank you so much' I replied, happy that I had got a job even if it wasn't a very good one. You've got to start somewhere right?
Once we talked some more about salary and uniform and shifts and things I stood up to leave. She shook my hand and said she looked forward to seeing me tomorrow.
AUTHORS NOTES
Hope you liked this. Tbh it was pretty boring but I pro is it will get better. Plus it's really short sorry bout that but I am writing it quite late at night on my iPad which I a little bit more difficult.
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Dani xxx
