BADGIRL'S GOOD GIRL

CHAPTER 7

ROXY

Today is my first day at my job and I am already late. YAY. How is this even happening?! I set three alarms. How?! I look at the clock on the wall and I rush out of my bed and while rushing out, my foot gets stuck in blanket and I fall face first on the wooden floor.

"Hi floor. How ya doing? Wow you don't smell good so I am guessing not great"

I stand up and think ' damn I need to clean this floor'. I will get some cleaning supplies on my way back home because my 'good for nothing' Dad and 'w***e of a stepmom will never. I don't even understand how they are so freaking unhygienic....no on second hand I do know. They are freaking drug addicts...not that every drug addict is unhygienic but those two are a special breed. They do not even care about anyone else as long as they are getting their drugs. 

I am not going to spoil my mood thinking about people that I hate the most on this planet. I get ready pretty fast as I don't really do much...I was born with my mother's gene...HAHAHA. Well I am not really conventionally pretty.. I am 5"6 which I think is a pretty good height for a girl. I have like white- purplish hair and it is medium length. I am brown, olive toned. My eyes are the same as my late mother Catherine's. 

My mother is an inspiration to me not because she never made mistakes and was always a good mother but because she made mistakes, apologized and corrected them. I don't have much memories of her because she died when I was two but when I used to say with Granny, she told me a lot of stories about my mom. My mom was a naughty child who loved pulling pranks, making people laugh and always made people feel important, like they matter and she is right, they do matter. Every single person on this planet earth except Trump supporters, homophobes, racist, child abusers, pedophiles, matters. 

Right now I am sporting thick-base shoes (I don't really know what they are called) with grey-checkered pants, black top, my lip ring, mom's favourite pendent and to finish it all off, SpongeBob socks. I thought about getting a coffee but the place I work at literally makes coffee so I will just have it there. 

I reach at the café and walk inside. As soon as get inside Patty greets me and an unknown lady waves at me. I don't know her but I still smile and wave back. She looks old, same age as Patty and looks fabulous if I may say so myself. 

"Hi dear. This is your first day here and I hope you enjoy it. Ray will help you out and Ems will also teach you how to use the machines."

"Okay"

"Anna come here. Let me introduce you to Roxy"

"Hi Roxy. It is a cool name. Reminds me of punk rock bands which is a good thing because I love punk rock music"

"Hi ma'am"

"Oh you can call me Anna or you can call me Aunty if you want. Whatever works"

"Okay so should I call you Aunty Anna??"

I suggest and her face lights up.

"YEA sure honey. I love that"

"Ok"

I reply with.

"Well enough chit chat. Roxy let me show you around our little café and Anna you need to leave for the doctor's appointment."

"Oh yes honey thanks for reminding me."

Patty and Aunty Anna say goodbye and peck each other while I stand there awkwardly thinking when I will find someone like that.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It is afternoon now and I learnt everything pretty quickly. I still need a lot of practice before I do it perfectly but I know one thing- making coffee is an art. So many people coffee in different ways and it is awesome how many flavors and variations of the same ingredient are available.

The girl who was teaching me... I think her name was Ems, was on her break and she is going to come back in a few minutes so I can go for my break. As I am taking people's order, I see two girls walk through the front door. One of them is in a jeans and top and the other is straight up in a grey hoodie with black leggings. The girl in the hoodie is very pretty like with her caramel-brown eyes and black hair. She is totally my type. The other girl is beautiful too but that girl keeps on demanding my attention.

I watch them sit down and go up to them to get their orders. 

"What can I get for you?"

As soon as I get the words out of mouth, the girl looks up at me and my breath gets hitched in my throat because of how big and beautiful her eyes are. I try to play it off and turn my head towards the other girl so that I don't look like a freaking creep. I can feel that girl's eyes bore into mine as I talk with her friend and a smirk creeps up onto my face as I realize that she is as affected as I am.

I turn my head once again and ask that girl's order but she just keeps on staring at me and doesn't answer which only results in my smirk getting bigger. I wanted to look at her more but her friend ordered for her and I had to leave even though I did not want to.

'I will surely meet her again', I walk away thinking.