BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I slam the button on my alarm and slowly crawl out of bed. Time for another boring day at work. I actually like work though because it get’s me out of the house. I pull on my black uniform and I quickly flat iron my red and black hair. Now it is time to tackle the task of covering my ugly, mangled face with makeup so that I can look like the presentable, halfway pretty girl I really am. Once this is finally done, I pull on my leather boots and coat and I head out the door.
I pull up at Cassandra’s Diner. It is the small-town diner just outside of Ontario and it happens to be where I have worked for 3 years. I