I woke up from my nap a couple hours later. I looked in the cracked mirror i had used earlier and saw that my now blonde hair looked like a rats nest, and that would've been insulting the rat. Digging through my backpack i grabbed the one thing I've never gone anywhere without, my purple hairbrush. After a few minutes of practically yanking my hair out, I deemed it presentable and I looked at my outfit. That's not so presentable, my running yoga pants had a few rips in them, but the biggest one was right on my thigh, where I had been stabbed. I shuddered at the memory and shook the thought away, that was one of the most painful things I've ever gone through. Pulling on the jeans and tank top I bought earlier that morning, I walked out the door. The wind whistled through my hair and it went all over the place, so much for brushing it out. Even though my hair was a mess, I loved the rest of the town. It was pretty small, probably only a thousand or less people, and it was a beach town, something that I had failed to notice when I got off the bus.
To some that crashing of the waves, or the cries of the gull would be irritating, but to me it was calming. Even the salty sea smell wouldn't get annoying. The beaches were clean and the water was a beautiful turquoise. There were nice cozy looking family houses and in the center of town, there was town square with all the shops and stores. Teenagers were walking around, pulling their coats closer to them as the chilly autumn breeze picks up, adults were chatting amongest themselves. One place caught my eye though, a small cafe overlooking the water. Quietly as if not to draw attention to myself I opened the door, not that it helped the bell rang and people looked up to see if they knew the newcomer, adults continued about their buisness but the teenage gossip and whispers started immediatly. The cafe smelled like freshly backed cookies and peppermint, something that is surprisingly a good combonation. I sat in a booth far away from everyone and waited to be served, those chocolate covered suger cookies looked really good and I was craving some peppermint hotchocolate. People seemed to have lost interest in me as I walked unaffected by the stares.
"What can I do for you, sweetie?" I looked up to see a woman around my moms age.
"Can I please have the Chocolate Coated Cookies and a small peppermint hot chocolate?" She smiled at me.
"Coming right up." She left and a few minutes later returned with my order.
"You knew here?" I nodded. "Expected as much, all the kids come in here one time or another and I've never seen you before. I'm Kelly Madison. Most people call me Kelly." I was about to respond with my name when I thought different about it.
"Alex Greys." I thought about something. "Kelly? You wouldn't happen to know where the owner is do you?" That sparked her curiosity.
"You're looking at her, why?"
" I was just wondering if there was any available occupations?" She smiled at me, her perfect teeth glowing.
"Of course we do, honey." She looked around and saw no one needed assistance. "I don't really use much help but I've been wanting some for a while, my sone something's helps but not often anymore." I smile at her. "How would waitressing work for you? Ten dollars an hour and I pay cash at the end of the week." My eyes widened.
"When can I start?" She continued to smile at me, her hair falling in her face.
"Well we're closed in Sunday's and I'm not really busy right now, so how about after school on Monday?" I nodded, paralyzed, she left me to return to her customers while I had a miniature panic attack, it's a small town, people will notice a teenager not in school. How am i going to enroll myself in school by Monday?A/N This is my first story I've ever had the courage to post. I don't have an editor and all these characters are made up. If you think its stupid leave, but i would like to know if people are actually reading this so im not actually wasting my time like my sister and English teacher say i am. I appreciate comments, or guesses how this story will play out. I want to hear what you guys have to say because its all about the readers. i appologize in advance for speeling and gramacial errors.
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RomanceAlexia Greyson has been running from an abusive, controlling boyfriend for 6 months. Her escaping has brought her to Crystal Creek a small town in Virginia. As a teenager, she should by law be in school, and as a law abiding citizen she enrolled her...