Kept Silent

Chapter 1(draft)

"That'll be five dollars all together."
  That's what my life is consumed of taking orders and fulfilling them. I can't say I love what I do, I can't say I hate I either. It's something I do to live.
  "There you are Mr. Roland, that's 35 cents change, enjoy."
   He smiles his thanks and then leaves. All is silent now. I decide to check how much cash was earned. Not much as usual, but what can I say? Who wants to spend their money on café items when things are beginning to become rare here in the Residence. Just as I'm taking my apron off, the door bell rings. I look up gasping to the stumbling girl.
"Are you okay?" I asked quickly, I listen to her breath; it sounds short and rasped as if she had been running away from something. But who? No one in the Residence has chased away anyone, that's against the law. Slowly the girl nods her head, coughing as she tries to speak.
"Time—" she sputters. "Is—is closing in, you must get out of here."
   Her eyes close, and takes in a deep breath. What? Get out of the Residence? Before I could continue my meandering thoughts, the entrance door clashes open, cracking the top of the glass. A burly man stands over me, his eyes pierce into mine.
"What are you doing, don't touch her," He growled.
     He picks her by the arm, "you didn't see anything."
And with that he leaves with the door still open. I swallowed, before rising to my feet. What was he talking about? A familiar car pulled up to the café, I smiled partly forgetting about the dilemma that had happened earlier.
"How was today, Britt," my mom says. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail with a strand of hair on either side of her face.
"Oh, same as usual, though..."I trailed off, thinking on whether I should tell her about the encounters of the girl. "How about you?"
   "Well, I managed to get a raise at my job, because I put my boss in a good mood." My mother continued. I let her continue while I thought about what happened at the café. What did that girl mean when she said get out of the residence. And why did that man come it as if where trying to cover up something. The drive home seemed longer than usual, maybe it was because I had a build up of anticipation to get my mind off what happened.

   "How do you feel like eating out--in honor of my raise?" My mom says.
    Any remnants of what happened at the cafe cleared my mind.
"Sure!"
   The next day is the same as usual, get up at seven, shower and get dressed, then eat. Believe me, it isn't as easy as it sounds--especially if you don't go to bed until twelve every night.
  A pile of mail is setting on the counter as I button up my last button on my black uniform. A note sits on the fridge with mom's loopy handwriting. I smile, before sifting through yesterday's mail. Nothing--except, red alerting letters catch my eyes. My eyes widen, it has my name on it! I quickly opened it, it's rare that I ever get mail. The penmanship is barely illegible, I can make out these words:
Brittney, this has been send from the head of the state. All is not what you think, you must get out. The Residence will destroy all.
    I couldn't make out what the rest of the words said, or whose name it was written. I stare at it for a moment before tearing it to pieces. To think I'd fall for someone's foolhardy? Please. Taking a quick sip of coffee, I dart out the door, before I walk back to the cafe. Even though the letter is torn, I still have an ache in my heart that maybe it is true.
  Stop it, I yell on my mind, you've lived in the Residence for seventeen years. There's nothing happening, if there where something it would have happened sooner? Right?
   I let the unanswered question float around in my mind. Soon I will find answers.