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5:15
My alarm went off way too early in my opinion.
Thats what I think every day. 
It's Sunday again. On every weekend I'm working in a small coffeeshop to finance my future. Moving to America. 

Before I even had the chance to think about going back to sleep, I got up and slowly went up to my closet. With a swift move I took the dress I placed on it the night before.

Mom: Good morning Honey..

I went into the bathroom and changed. After that I brushed my teeth, put some makeup on and brushed trough my nearly greasy hair.
After giving myself a final look I went downstairs to the kitchen in which my mother already had a cup of coffee in her hands ready to give it to me and say her goodbyes.

Mom: When are going to be back?

Y/n: I don't really know... I'll try to be back at around 2.

I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, took the cup out of her hands and jumped out of the door, leaving the small flat. Just like every human being in this century, I took out my phone just to see if anything happened. 

Y/n: Fuck.

I quickly took another sip of my hot drink and started walking faster towards the bus stop.

Maybe there really is someone above all of , because for the first time in weeks, my bus was late aswell. The whole bus ride I stood at the door praying Bruno won't notice me being late for 10 minutes. But after the luck I just had, this didn't happen.

I entered the small shop, the smell of coffee and fresh muffins hitting my face. With fast steps I went behind the counter and placed my bag under the register. 

Bruno: You're late Y/n.

Y/n: I know, sorry, my bus..

Before finishing my sentence, Bruno went past me, gave my shoulder a pat and continued walking into the office in the back, leaving me alone.

Y/n: God damn it. 

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