This is the story about a girl called Thalia Precious. She is too average, though. Average beauty, average grades and average amount of friends in a average school. In her little town there is not much to do. She is bored of her average life. What a lot of people don't know about her is that she has a diferent side. She has this wild side inside her that is willing to pack somethings and go on a adventure. What will happen when she runs away to live her life and bump into her favourite boy band in the world? Yeah, that's right, ONE DIRECTION.


6. Starbucks

I woke up about 9 am. The weather was nice. Not too hot and not too cold. I turned the tv on (i forgot to mention the room had a television). The news. i watched the first half of it. Nothing too intresting. Then i decided i would just head to breakfast. I put a pair of jeans on and a white blouse with a tank top under it. Shoes? Converse. 

I headed to the place i was going to have breakfast. I got there and there were about 15 tables, 7 occuppied. I place my handbag on one of the chairs of the table i picked and walked up to the buffet to serve myself. Eggs and Bacon. HAHA. i mean, there was a whole lot of other things but i just wanted eggs and bacon. A grape juice also. The breakfast was just great! While i was eating i was remembering that i will have to get a place of my own eventually. I do have money, but i need a job so i can have enough to rent somewhere, i can't live in a hotel forever! Since i havent gone to college (I just finished high school) i think i should just stick to what i have worked on since i was 14. Selling food. Remember i used to work in a candy shop? Well, maybe i can work in starbucks down the street! I mean, it's near the hotel and near the other good places to go. Plus, there will be lots of custumers around here, so they might need some extra help.


After i finished my breakfast i walked down the street on my way to Starbucks. Luckly enough, they had a sign saying that they needed a waitress. Not my first plan, a cashier would be better, but hey, i have no rights to complain.

i walked in and went straight to the balcony.

"Hey, i was wondering, to who do i need to talk to so i can apply to be the new waitress?" i said with a smile.

"With the owner. But please don't get your hopes up. I don't need another whiny bitch around here, daddy's giirl." She said with a groan, looing me from toes to head. That was harsh. I didnt do anything!!

"Where exactly can i find the owner?" 

"At the back of the store. That door" She pointed at a door that said 'employees only'. 

"Thank you" 

No answer. Thats a rude girl. i wonder if she is always that bitchy.


I walked up to the door and knocked. 

"Come in!" a deep voice said as i walked in.

The owner was a middle age (probably around 30-35). He had black hair, pale skin and a severe look.


"How may i help you?" He asked

"I was hoping i could be the waitress you're looking for"

"how old are you?"


"How far away do you live from here? i'm asking cause i want to know if there would be a ponctuality problem"

"Not far. I'm never late to my responsabilities" I told him briefly, i didn't want to tell him my whole story about me sleeping in a hotel and needing money.

"Are you a patient person? Clients can be cocky and annoying"

"I think i can handle it" I said securely.

"Are you fast at taking notes? Do you think you can have 5 cup of coffees on your tray and not spill anything?"

"I am completly sure"

"You dont need to have any special skills to do it. But you have to be agile, have good reflex and be calm. Clients can be mean. And not only clients. Workers too." He whispered the last part.

"I won't dissapoint you."

He gave me a paper to fill in with my information.

"You can start on Monday."

"Thank you"


Monday.. hmm.. It's still Friday, so i guess i can have a little fun!!

As i was making my way to the door, the rude balcony girl passed by and bumped into me.

"Watch your step, whore"

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