“Look for work, or GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” My mom’s voice boomed. No; this was not how I wanted to spend my stupid summer. But then again, I had no choice. I was forced to move from beautiful Indiana to ugly California.
Okay, before you go all crazy saying “California is beautiful,” it’s NOT. It getsway too hot, hurricanes can strike at any moment, and summer is pretty much hell. Unlike Indiana, where the seasons pass normally, and winter isn’t that bad. Summer, spring, and autumn are just beautiful. Sunny, amazing, and not too hot or cold. Why would anyone choose this hell hole instead of Indiana?!
“Mom, I’m trying! No one is fucking hiring and I can’t do shit about it!” I had never screamed and thrown things more in my whole life. My mom would seriously be forcing me to have or get a job, when NO ONE wants to hire me. Usually I don’t even cuss around my mom, but this time, I was furious.
“Don’t you DARE cuss at me!!” She yelled frantically, walking up toward me. Before I could even think about what she would do, she had already slapped me. “You’re useless, just like your father!” Okay, maybe that was true.
My dad was one of the greatest things in my life. He had always helped me, every since I was about five. I am now 9, and my dad had been killed in a horrible car crash the fractured his skull. No one had brought him up until now. Thanks mom.
“Get out!” She screeched, pointing toward the door. “And don’t come back until you find a job! Become something of use, you pointless little girl!” She yanked my straight black hair back, holding it in her fist. I was being lifted off the ground, and now I was being thrown against the wall facing the door. Ouch.
I was being backed into a corner now, my hands above my face. “Mom, I’m trying!” I screamed back, tears streaming down my face and my eyes blurry from them. “I’m trying.” The words were cracked and weak. I was dying, and I didn’t know how to stop it, so I reacted in tears.
“Boo-hoo, you’re crying.” She mocked. A large piece of glass from a flower vase that I had broken earlier had been thrown at me, missing me by a meer 2 centimeters. I squealed. This could not be my mom!
“GET OUT!” She boomed again, throwing another vase at me. Now sobbing, I pushed myself up, slipped passed her, and dashed down the stairs. More vases and nick-knacks flew past my face, almost hitting my dull blue eyes, but I dodged them.
Before I could even think, I had yanked the door open, walked out, and ran.
****
The cold air hit my cheeks and made them cold and red. I had been walking for about twenty minutes now, crying my eyes out. With my hands in my jacket pockets, I pulled out my phone and read the text Melody had sent me.
Melody: Meet me at the coffee shop ASAP!
She was one of my best friends, and she could take my mind off almost anything. I had told her about that fight, but she wasn’t surprised. She knew almost everything my mom had did to me since my dad died.
Me: Don’t worry, I’m on my way.
Sighing, I looked back on my message and started to write more.
Me: Are they hiring? I need a job if I want to come back home. :(
Melody: They need someone to make the coffee/ manage the register! You want to apply?
I was nearing the coffee shop now, just about twenty feet away. I stared at it from a distance. The beige and white exterior made me smile only because they were happy colors. The windows were huge, showing exactly what was in it. Brown, wood chairs and tables, really fancy black lights that hang over the tables, and some nice hearts surrounding the walls. In the father right hand corner, the register sat, along with a glass viewing table to view the different kinds of cake and pie. There were also brown, wood chairs and tables outside, bordered along a black painted fence.
Melody: Come on!!!
I smiled as I began to run across the street, into the coffee shop. The door had a “HELP WANTED” sign in the window, and as I breathed in a sigh of nervousness, I pushed open the door to exhale and walk into the shop.
****
“You got the job,” Danielle, the manager of the coffee shop, said lamely. “Go sweep up over there!” She yelled, pushing a broom, dustpan, and apron toward me. I squealed quietly for a second while beginning to tie up my apron. Examining where Danielle pointed, I began to sweep up that area.
“Hey,” Whispered a male voice, and his breath sounded like melted honey. Oh god! “You work here, beautiful?” I was holding my breath again, but only because this guy had taken it away with his voice.
“Yes,” I stuttered. “Do you need anything?” He laughed quietly in my ear.
“Yes!” He whispered excitedly. “I want you to come sit with my friend and I. You look like you could use some time alone with some guys.” Pink crept up on my face, and my thoughts jumped around in my head quietly, but amazingly.
“Of course!” I bounced up and down, talking now. But when I turned around, my smile had turned to complete shock. Blinking twice, I looked at both of them. This could not be happening. What was the guy doing to me?!
When I turned around, Max Schneider was right next to me, lips and everything, pointing to the one and only Niall Horan.
