"One coffee, two donuts, table seven, comin' up," I heard over my iPod, interrupting my fantasizing.
"KaLee, this one's for you sweet pea," Ella motioned towards me.
"Ok. Be there in a jiffy." Yeah right. Like I was gonna leave this perfect world of mine to be greeted by little demons scurrying 'round trying to get coffee to their customer before it became warm instead of hot, loosing the extra 10 cents from the customer's tip. Pathetic. The only person I like in this world, and who actually likes me back is Ella. Ella is an African American and is by far, the nicest one I know. She understands my feelings and respects them, and for that, I have respect for her. Ella is the only person I have love for, I think of her as my mom, seeing as my real mom died on my third birthday and my dad is a you-know-what and an abuser at that. After I get home from work everyday, I am greeted by his scowl and his mean and nasty words telling me I missed a spot on a dish I dried, or I didn't use enough laundry detergent to clean his polo, and don't forget those muscles that wrap around me as if they are cobras attacking the prey, me. Not only does he hiss long lines of swears at me, or pound me to bruises, he takes my daily earnings and takes them away, using them on something stupid, like new cologne to impress his girlfriend or taking a trip to get a tan, when I am saving up for something amazing something that will change my life. I want so badly to become a dancer on Broadway, and then I would actually have a life, I could get away from that you-know-what of a dad and I could maybe have a chance at getting somewhere I wanted to get to-but my dad was just a roadblock in my way. I focused back to "Don't Stop Believin'" by Glee I couldn't bear to think of these thoughts in my wonderful world.
Born and raised in south Detroit,
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
Street lights-people,
Livin' just the-
"KaLee! 'Comon! These donuts are getting' stale!"
"Fine." I grumbled and pulled my ear plugs out of my ears.
"Here 'ya go. That'll be $12.70. Thanks." I walked back to the kitchen and through all of the sweaty bodies back there, I found Ella. "Ella, Ella!" I raced towards her. "Ella," I panted, trying to catch my breath.
"What's up honey?"
"Ella-I forgot to tell you- I'm trying out for Footloose today! There are auditions at mall near the capitol!"
"I'm glad you have dreams baby, but how are 'ya gonna pay for that?"
"I've saved up all my money- I only give dad my tips, but he wouldn't know that! He thinks I'm just a waste, I can't do anything right- so it doesn't surprise him that I only give him a little portion of my money."
"That's great sweetie. I'm so proud of you." Ella sweeped her bangs away from her sweaty forehead.
We stood there in silence for a moment, then Ella exclaimed "Well, you better be on your way, your shift ended 8 minutes ago.
"Alrighty then!" I pulled Ella into a big bear hug. "Thanks Ella." I whispered.
"Anything for you tootsie."
"Now go on, you don't wanna be late!"
"Bye Ella!" I shouted and walked out the door, let the snow fall on my face, and strutted out into my new life.
Driving in the car, I played my iPod again.
Hidin' somewhere in the niiiiiight
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlights, people
Don't stop-
All of a sudden, a red Mercedes came speeding at me. I jerked the car to the right, and just in time too, the car had missed my by a few inches. I put the car on brake, but the gears just kept turning, under all of the ice in the road, my car had no traction. I swerved to the left and "Bam."
The last thing I saw was glass shattering in front of me. It wasn't just the glass though, it was my life, my dream.
