Her Macadam Roads

Chapter 4

"I AM LATTE FOR WORK,GOTTA RUN.BYEEE!"

You'd think I made that horrendous pun. No. That was my mom. She absolutely loves conversing in a more 'fun' way. Can't say I love it, but I do appreciate her effort in trying make everything lighter.

My mom is a teacher. She works at Grayson Highschool.She buzzes from 7 to 3 o'clock in the school,and then tutors kids afterwards.Unlike me, she had no curfew and arrived home at 11 o'clock every night.

This morning she rushed out, while I tried to make-do with the equipments at home to make myself a 'Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte.' BASIC I tell you!

I reached work at 7:30 a.m., the cafe was already as busy as a bee. The aesthetic cafe never failed to please my mood whether good, bad or bomb-blast.

The first person I notice is Grace ofcourse, she's half-walking-half-running in her ship heels as gracefully as she can.

'Hey Arinn! Good morning, that psychic visited us again, she enquired about you, plus asked you to come over. I think she secretly tryna kill you,' she turned around, yelling at me.

'Geez. I'll pay her a visit instead, and try to stop her from obsessing over me. Thanks!'

This psychic woman who worked two streets down was C.R.A.Z.Y to say the least. She apparently once said(according to Grace), she was onboard the Titanic witnessing the GOAT lovestory. In addition, she predicted that Rose was more attracted to Jack's millimeter-ed "stick brush hush" than his (almost) Picasso like paintings. What a load of donkeyshit!

I usually get off at 6 o'clock in the evening, however dear Grace suggested I leave two quarters before, so I could see this crazy mofo. Grace just wants to laugh. That's the truth.

Although can't say I wasn't interested to see what this lady wanted with me, she probably likes my dark,blue, some might say 'magical' hair. 

I'll see what happens.