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Chapter One - You're a year or two late, clifford

Camellia Rose Carter, because one flower wasn't enough, a.k.a Mel

18 years old

City of Witherwood

Lives with her mother-Susan, twin younger brother and sister-Caleb and Allison, and Ted-her step father.

Who knows why Ted wanted to live in a place called Witherwood. Maybe it's because wood withers while it rots and that's exactly what Ted was doing. Rotting.

Her mother had no objection to the move and wasn't about to justify Mel's or the twins' opinions. So they packed up and moved to Witherwood. Thanks, Ted.

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I ran into work today with a tired smile plastered on my face but before I could get around to taking orders or service with that smile Craig- my boss- had already lectured me, for being two minutes late, enough to fully transform that smile into a forced grimace.

But there weren't any particularly annoying customers until at least halfway through the day when a guy, about my age, with vibrant hair and an almost as vibrant smile, sat at the counter by himself. He didn't look abnoxious. He didn't even sound obnoxious at first.

"Hello. Would you like a menu?" I held one out but he didn't take it, instead he glanced at my name tag and his smile, if possible, widened.

"Hi there, Mel." He said, cheerfully. And that's about where the not-so-obnoxious stopped being not-so-obnoxious. "My name's Michael. Not to question your judgement or anything, but, how does one transition from working at such a fun place as Adventureland to working at a boring, half dead, restaurant like this? With a boss like that?" he gestures, not so subtlety, toward Craig who happened to be lecturing some dilivery kid.

"Excuse me?" I questioned not remembering workinging or even visiting a place called Adventureland?

"Adventure. Land." He reiterated, as if that would help me remember. What a lame name for an amusement park. Okay, I slightly remembered but it wasn't because he repeated himself obnoxiously. I used to work at an amusement park called adventureland, what does he have to do with that?

"Okay, sorry, dude. Who are you?" I asked. I don't get it. The place was a total kiddy park. Where the hell did this pink haired, hot yet weird and slightly rude guy come from and why is he here?

"I told you already, I'm Michael, dude." He repeated himself. He completely overestimates his explanation skills, they suck and I'm confused. I can't be left to figure out who he is on my own.

"I mean, why are you asking me about a kid amusement park?" I made the mistake of insulting this place, apparently. He made this really annoyed noise that sounded like a gasp and a scoff and some weird shit before he glared at me and began defending Adventureland.

"Adventureland is not a kid amusement park. It is a family fun center and not just an amusement park. There's mini golf and go carting and-" He rambled on and on until I cut him off.

"Didn't that place get shut down?" I asked and his smile returned in place of his angry defensiveness.

"Well, we can't just give up on the place." He beamed. Legitly beamed with his bright hair and bright smile, even his skin was so bright that it was practically luminescent. His hair color was a precise match to that of the flowers in front of the restaurant, pinkish purple and fading.

"Yes, we can. It's beyond saving now. You're a year or two late."  I say and realize the ammount of time I've spent wiping the counter near this boy, it's far beyond clean. "Okay, bye."

"But, I haven't placed my order yet." He reminded me and I pulled my little notepad out of my back pocket and looked at him expectantly. "Do you not like Adventureland?"

"Would you shut up and order, I-" I began to gripe which was there all along, to be fair, but michael deserved to be the center of my griping, he was seriously pissing me off now.

"Wow, the servicce around here sucks. Maybe I could just go to Denny's." He sighed and began to get up.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I don't not like Adventureland and I'm sorry for insulting your line of work. To be fair you insulted mine first." I leaned over the counter and whispered quickly, "You're going to get me in trouble!"

"Oh, I don't work at Adventureland, it's closed down, way beyond a work effort." I could've sworn I just fucking said that, michael, you're a legit idiot. Maybe I should send him over to Denny's, those whore waitresses will treat him with nothing but smiles and horrible food. I actually like the Denny's food but the hoe-ish waitresses kill my apetite.

"If you order something worth at least twenty dollars I'll talk to you about Adventureland some more." I could manage that. The restaurant was basically half dead right now. Damn this boy and his accuracy on describing my current line of work.

"Great, I'll have..." He ordered food. His smart ass decided to order something that was 19.99 and convinced me to round to the nearest dollar. He really is an idiot.

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Wait, I know it sucks, thank you for reading it, you're so lovely

-Mehgan