Chapter 1
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"AMELIA!" A voice screams.
I jump up thinking something was on fire, but no. I look at the clock to see it's 5:58 am and I am so late. I quickly run through my morning routine breaking a record of 12 minutes and 37 seconds. I ran downstairs to see a very furious Brandon, my stepbrother.
"Where is my lunch?" He asks rudely.
He is 18 and a senior, I quickly made his lunch. He stormed off, I continue to make pancakes, hash browns, bacon, and green smoothies. Rebecca, my stepmother, and Hayley, my stepsister came down for breakfast.
"I have to go, I'm going to be late for work. There is leftover dinner in the fridge and a salad I made this morning with two more green smoothies. I called the driver, he will be here in an hour and your dry cleaning is in your rooms." I say and run out the door.
I miss my bus, so I had to jog to work. I change into my uniform. Rebecca changed it again now it is a black mini skirt, white tight v neck, and white vans. I tie my apron around my waist and place my hair in a messy ponytail.
I set up the chairs and place reserved sign on the table that are reserved for breakfast. I mop the floor again and roll more silverware. I hear people come through the staff door get ready for their shifts.
I lived through the morning rush that ended around 10. The lunch rush doesn't really start till 12. I cleaned my tables and put in a orders.
"AMELIA!" A child's voice yells.
"There is my favorite little man." I say picking him up.
Max is 4, his mom has bring him here for lunch for the past two years. She works as a journalist at some big newspaper company.
"So, Max, what will it be today?" I ask.
"I want the Max and a coke." He say excitedly.
The Max is a dish I made a year ago. It is hand made noodles, with secret sauce, meat balls or chicken. It also comes with French bread toasted with garlic sauce and cheese, and of course a coke.
"And you Miss. Rogers?" I ask.
"I'll have the chicken parmesan salad with a unsweet tea." She says without looking up from her phone.
"Right away." I say smiling.
I put in their order, give them their drinks, and Max a coloring sheet. I watch them, Max has blue eyes, black hair and tan skin. His mother is blonde, with blue eyes, and pale skin. I guess Max looks more like his father than his mother. I've never seen his father so it's just a guess.
"Here we go." I say putting their plates down. "I'll be back with refills of your drink."
After I give them their drinks, Max's mom goes outside to take a phone call. I hang out with Max for a minute.
"Amelia can you teach me another word?" He asks.
"Ok, the word is grazia." I say.
"What does it mean?"
"It means, thank you." I smile.
His mom comes back and I hurry back to work. Miss Roger pays and walks out with Max tailing her.
"Grazia! See next week!" He shouts be for leaving.
The night ends and I am exhausted but there is still work to be done. Normally my best friend Katie would help me but she was off today. I cleaned the tables and put the chairs on the tables. I mopped the floor, and the windows. I was too tired to dance so I just headed back to the house to the attic.
Jasper's POV
"Jasper!" My ex wife, Bethany, shouts in my apartment.
It's around 9 and Bethany is texting away on her phone. With our son swaying on his feet with is eyes closed.
"Max." I say
He comes to me and I pick him up, he rest his head on my shoulder slowly falling asleep.
"Dad I got to see Amelia today, she taught me a new word. She's really nice she gave me a coloring page and a lot of crayons. I really think you should meet her, she's nice and really pretty." He rants.
"Maybe some other time, Max." I say laying him down in bed.
"When I'm old enough, I am going to ask her to marry me." He says sleepily.
"Wherever you say little guy." I kiss his head and leave him to sleep.
I like seeing him so happy to see her. Maybe I'll take him to see her. I think she is a women in her forties or fifties and has already had kids.
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