•Zaira• (S.J)

Chapter one: the diner

Zaira's POV

Wednesday

'7: 00 AM... why would someone start a class at 7 AM? This is ridiculous and its not even worth it. It's a boring class and the professor isn't even that cu-.'

*BANG*

I jumped in my seat as the professor slams the door closed, walking into class. "Good morning class today we and going to continue with the lesson that we started yesterday-"

'Blah blah blah just more boring stuff about things that really doesn't matter.'

I was currently in the highest level of Spanish which is college honors Spanish 5, which mind you I graduated early so this stuff was easy for me.

As the professor went on with his lesson, I was looking on the web for a job. I found a couple in the area. 'I'll check those out after today's classes.'

*1 hour later*

"Okay class, just remember you have to write me a 4-6 page essay by Friday."

As I'm walking out of class, I hear my name being called "Zaira! Zaira!!." This is my best friend Charlotte, she's been with me since the beginning. Our moms were best friends, so naturally we just bonded.

"Hey Charlotte, what's up?"

"Nothing much. I just wanted to know what time you'll be back at the apartment, and also I'm going out to a party on Friday, if you wanted to come. I know how you are and you not wanting to go partying and stu-."

"I'll go." I said easily. "I've been kinda wanting to go out lately, to get some stress off and have some fun."

"Seriously??" She looked shocked. Hell, I kinda am myself.

"Yeah why not. Just make sure I don't drink to much, I don't want to do anything stupid!" i lightly bumped her shoulder, chuckling.

"Yeah of course," she rolled her eyes and laughed with me. "I'll see you back at the apartment at?"

"6:30? Probably, I'm going out job hunting."

"Ah okay. Well see you later," she says walking off.

"Okay bye," waving at her. I started heading off to my next lesson.

*After school*

I was headed to my favorite diner. I like coming here after school to study and do work, it's just so calming with the fresh smell of coffee all times of the day.

A waiter started to approach me. "Hi how can I help you today?"

"Uh, I'll just take a coffee and a blueberry muffin."

"Okay I'll be right back with that," he started to walk back into the kitchen.

I was working on the Spanish essay that had to get done by Friday when I got a text from Charlotte.

Babes: Hey, i wont be home till late Jackson wants me to go out with him. love you <3

Jackson... that's her boyfriend that is also an asshole to other people but sweet to only me and her. The only reason he's nice to me is because of her. He made the mistake of screaming at me and that almost resulted in them breaking up till he finally apologized.

The waiter finally came back with my food and also with a paper in his hand. "Hey so my boss wanted me to give you this because hes sees you here a lot and was wondering if you wanted a job here. We really need the people here as you can see," he chuckled lightly, running his hand threw his hair. Sorta looking nervous.

"Um yeah, I'll think about it. It's just right now I'm still in school and I don't know how that'll work out with school hours and work hours" I said sarcastically in a joking manner.

"Haha well i hope it will, your usually here around 4-4:30. That's when we need people. Most people don't really like closing, because we close sorta late."

"what time do you guys close?"

"8pm 7 days a week. but during the summer we change it to 10pm thursday-saturday. more businesses throughout the summer."

"alright, i'll fill out this application and bring it in tomorrow. can you bring me my bill?"

"of course! i'll be right back."

I sipped my coffee and ate my muffin while working more on my assignment.

As I was working, the waiter came back with my receipt. I payed him the money as well as a small tip, and i may or may not have put my number on the back of the receipt, i don't think his boss actually had him give me this. although they do seem to need the people.

*3 hours later*

I started walking out and heading home.

I love New York. Nobody pays attention to anyone and they mind their own business, it's so much better then the small town I was in. There was so much drama because nobody knows how to leave other people alone and all the drugs that go around. I hate drugs, they took my dads life away...

*Flashback*

"Daddy! Daddy!! I'm home!"

I looked around the house for him trying to find him I made him something in school and I wanted to show and give it to him.

I looked in the kitchen. Nope.

I looked outside on the porch, nope.

I started running up the stairs and looked in the bathroom. Nope.

One last place: mom and dads bedroom. The door was cracked open. "Daddy?..." I slowly opened the door and saw my dad.

I started screaming. there he was laying half off the bed lifeless. the a needle was barely in his hand, almost falling onto the floor. I ran over next to him and dropped to my knees and started shaking him violently "DADDY!! DADDY!! WAKE UP!! DADDY!" I started shaking and crying hard.

*End of Flashback*