𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼ℝ • conan gray

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙

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August 25, 2019

Goddamnit. I hate waking up.

I force my eyes open to the sound of beeping, only to end up squinting due to the sunlight from my window blinding my eyes. Once my eyes adjust to the brightness of my room, I looked at my plastic digital clock displaying the green light that showed the time.

6:40 am

I decide to close my eyes again because why not? I can already feel myself getting drowsy again, and slowly drift off into the realm of drea—

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Oh for fuck's sake.

Out of pure frustration, I suddenly sit up my bed and oh so graciously throw my obnoxious alarm clock off my bedside table. Great, another expense to pay. I really need some anger management these days.

Since I couldn't go back to sleep anymore, I gathered all of my willpower to get up- more like drag myself- and out of the comfort of my warm, soft bed. I enter the bathroom and immediately slip off of my pajamas, and straight into the shower.

Once I made sure I was clean, I stepped out and dried myself off and went back into my bedroom only to enter my wardrobe. I searched for my work uniform and grabbed it out of the closet. It looked something people would wear back in the 50's, considering the diner I worked at aimed for that exact theme. I put on my uniform that had my name embroidered to it.

Prairie

I snapped out of my thoughts and proceeded to get ready for my day ahead. Today was supposed to be my day off, but my stupid ass had to ditch the diner in the middle of my shift, so my boss ought to give me a make up shift, and it had to be on a Saturday.

Great job, Prairs, you've done it again, you done fucked up.

After internally scolding myself, I prepared some extra clothes that I would use later tonight and laid them on my bed.

Aside from being a part time waitress at the local diner, I occasionally did some gigs, usually just to take the place of someone absent during that day. Who would've thought a nineteen year old would be doing this much work? I still love doing it though; music is something I'll never get tired of.

I sit on my chair and look at my reflection in the vanity. I stared at my middle length dark brown hair that folded just on top of my light tanned shoulders. My gaze then landed on my honey soaked eyes, no doubt my most favorite feature of myself.

Staring at myself for too long started getting dull and I knew better than to start throwing horrible comments on my body so I start bunching my hair into a loose but clean low bun, making sure I kept all the stray baby hairs in their proper places.

I then start applying some concealer under my golden brown orbs, and a little bit of lip gloss on my lips. I never really bothered putting effort on my make up because who am I trying to impress?

I placed all the things I needed for today in my favorite midnight blue backpack that was covered in enamel pins(something I like to collect in my spare time). I took one last look at myself in my full body mirror this time, and decided I was satisfied with how I looked.

I grabbed my car keys, put on my black doll shoes that I usually used for work, and stepped out of my apartment, wishing for this morning to be over with.

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I open the backdoor of the diner and placed my bag on the table. I saw a mustard yellow backpack full of enamel pins as well, so I knew Alisa, my workmate, was also on duty today. Thank God I didn't have to go through this hell alone.

I walk to the counter where Alisa had just finished giving a costumer their change. "So, what got you working on a Saturday?" I asked her in a mocking tone.

Her golden locks with a streak of icy blue bounced gracefully below her shoulders as she turned around. She playfully glared at me with her deep blue eyes as she walked past me, hitting my shoulders purposely during the process. "I wanted to earn some extra money, unlike someone who ditched me in the middle of their fucking shift." I simply rolled my eyes at the sassy blonde.

"What the hell do you even do when you go out, Prairs? That wasn't the first time you ditched work."
She asked, voice full of inquiry.

"I sell drugs." I stated as bluntly as I could, ignoring the stares of the customers within earshot. "Oh please, sell drugs my ass. For all I know you could be out there secretly going in toy stores and staring at Barbies all day."

"Hey that was one time! You have to admit that doll's fit was pretty good." I whine at Alisa for reminding me of that embarrassing incident. "The look on your face was priceless, I'll tell you that." She remarked in between her laughs.

Once we got over that cringe worthy memory of mine we proceeded with our tasks and responsibilities for the day. I wouldn't tell you all about it because if I did, you'd fall asleep right then and there. It was the same old routine; pick up orders, serve food to the customers, and give them their bill.

Once I finished giving one of the customers their bill, I went straight to the backroom and made the most of my 20 minute break time. And the only way to do that was to scroll through my social media. I sat down on one of the chairs and opened twitter.

The first tweet that caught my eyes was one that was in all caps. And of course, that tweet came from none other than my workmate herself. She tweeted a few minutes ago, "STREAM SUNSET SEASON BITCHES OR I WILL END YOU" Huh, classic Alisa.

And what the hell is this sunset season that she's so hyped up about? I wonder if it's a series.

I continued scrolling through my feed when suddenly, my vision went pitch black.

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Aaand that is my first chapter! I would really appreciate it if you left some comments so I could improve anything(as long as it's constructive criticism).

God bless and I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!
-iana <3