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Present Time

*beep* *beep *beep* is all I hear before I hit the off button of my alarm on my phone. I rub my eyes and yawn before I grab my phone to look at the time 7:01, I go to my messages to read what my best friend sent me last night after I dozed off, I tried my best to stifle my laugh but failed horribly. Sometimes I wonder what goes through her head with the things she says, reading "He's just here to stir the shit pot and twinkle his toes away" is a great way to start my morning off. After responding to Parker I go to the bathroom to start getting ready for work. I work at a restaurant that's a 20 minute walk from my apartment, its a pretty easy walk, I never have trouble with people stopping me, yet again I've walked this same route almost everyday for a year straight. I love my job, all my co workers are nice to me and the boss understands my situation, that's why I work nearly everyday. The pay is good enough to get us by to. When I say us I refer to myself and my "mother" which at this point is just the woman that gave birth to me, she doesn't deserve the title of "mother" when she has never been one of those to me. These days she's just the woman that lives in this run down apartment and spends all of my hard earned money on alcohol and drugs, and when shes not out getting that shes here yelling and torturing me.

That's one reason I work nearly everyday, being able to see everyone that comes into the restaurant with their families laughing and happy makes me smile brightly. Even when couples come in smile it at each other clearly in love makes my heart skip a beat, I just get to live vigorously through all the customers, which isn't the worst thing. It's not that I'm depressed, because I've learned that doesn't help any, I just have my days, for the most part I'm happy, especially when I get to talk to all the happy people when I serve them. Pulling myself out of my thoughts I finish getting ready pulling on my jacket before I quietly make my way to the kitchen. Cluttering the counter is empty bottles and wrappers, some things just never change I suppose. Last night before I went to bed the counters were spotless, I made sure of it, but it's not surprising they are no longer. Shaking my head, I grab my phone out my back pocket to check the time, noticing I don't have the time to clean it up I reluctantly walk out the door, making sure to lock the door and start my trek to work this morning. It's not cold this morning, but to me it's a little chilly, late august is warm to most, but at 7:30 am to me I could use my jacket. Walking in mostly shadows isn't the warmest thing, although I will take this weather over December and January weather. I could drive to work, but then I'd have to pay for gas, not that I can't pay for it but I'd rather save money where I can. I've been trying to save money up secretly to move away from here, I like my job here and don't want to leave it, but I don't know how much longer I can take the abuse.

Opening the door to the restaurant the ac hits me in the face and sends a shiver down my spine. I quickly look up to see two of my co workers cleaning the tables for the morning, with only a few people dinning in the restaurant right now, I ask them how they are this morning. Being happy that they both are having good mornings I make my way to the back to put my stuff down and clock in for the day. Grabbing my note pad and favorite pen I make my way back to the front to see what else needs to be done before more people start to come in. Normally in the mornings there are only a few customers so I sit at the bar and text Parker, letting her know I made it to work safely. Parker is always concerned when I walk to work she is always telling me to drive, but she understands the reason I don't, which is why I love her so much. She always understands, she always gives her thoughts but never makes it seem like what my choice is wrong. Parker is currently in college to be a social worker, which I admire her for, she has such a pure heart, and I can't wait to see her succeed in it. I dreamed of going to college, I wanted to be in the medical field, I'm not sure what exactly I wanted to do, all those dreams went down the drain when my dad passed. I had to become the head of the family then. In high school I did take some medical classes, so I'm not totally blind in that field, I even have my CPR license.

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