Hey guys! Dazzledbyu88 here (again). Anyways, I got a new idea for a story that is sorta like a Cinderella Story but not really at the same time (if that made any sense to you). Anyways I just had to write it down and I know I have a lot of other stories that need to be worked on so I'm off. Here's the prologue, enjoy!
Sunny Side Up
Prologue
"Hello, my name is Bella may I take your order?" The words flowed robotically from my mouth. I had been working at my dad's restaurant since I could walk and I would probably still be working here until I couldn't. My dad has had the dinner in the family for generations, it's always been owned by a Swan, Always. And, until me, there has always been a son to take up the business. M dad was incredibly strict with this and even had the nerve to tell me one day that I couldn't get married because of that. I still haven't told him what I thought about that because that would mean a deduction in my already miniscule paycheck. There were only a couple months left until graduation. You see dad wasn't getting any younger, which only made him pressure me more about taking over the dinner. And as you can guess he had solidly put his foot down about the whole, me going away to college and getting an actual job. But I had been anticipating this since I was 10, so I had been secretly saving up all my money so that one day I could escape this greasy hellhole. It had been extremely hard at first. Seeing all the girls get new clothes every month, while I only could afford 10 shirts 5 pants for the whole year. Every single penny went to my college fund. And I had never splurged once. Not even on this gorgeous emerald necklace I saw two years ago on a Christmas sale.
Because I never had the coach bags, wristlets, designer clothes, or even any shirt costing 25.00, I was labeled as the outcast. I really didn't have any friends, because I was always working, and spent any extra time I had studying. Basically, I was the weird girl that everyone stayed away from.
"Um yes Ill have a grilled chicken sandwich with Swiss cheese, a ceaser salad, three waters, chicken fingers, and, honey what did you want again?"
"Um, the cheeseburger," her 10 year old son said.
"No sweetie that's bad for you," the mother reprimanded.
"But I want a cheeseburger!"
"No! You're not getting it," she said tiredly.
"But Harry gets to have what he wants!"
"Yes, but that's because chicken fingers are better for you than a cheeseburger."
"Ugh, I hate you! You never let me have anything!"
"What?" she asked bewildered. "What about that new bike I got you last week?"
"Yeah, you got me a bike but not the one I wanted. I wanted the mountain bike with the pegs on the back so Harry and I could ride together but no, you got me the cheap 'safe; bike that goes 2 miles an hour at top speed," he complained.
"I told you that there was nothing else in the shop!" she protested.
"Well you could have waited," he mumbled.
"But you told me that you wanted your bike at that day and that you didn't want to wait for another one," she said exasperated.
"Whatever, I'll the freaking chicken fingers," he pouted.
I quickly wrote that down.
"Is that all?" I asked quickly before she started in another argument.
"What? Oh, um yes thank you," she said hurriedly before turning back to her son. I quickly walked away; still hearing them talk about the stupid bike.
"Hey Joe, I need a grilled chicken with Swiss, ceaser salad and two chicken fingers," I called through the order window.
"You got it sweetie," his familiar voice called from the kitchen. I had known Joe since as long as I could remember. He had been working at the dinner for 20 years and was the closest thing I had to a friend.
"Can you hurry it up; I want to get them out of here as soon as possible."
"Big family?"
"One mother and two young boys," I said tiredly.
"Oh boy, alright, I'll have it done as soon as I can."
"Thanks Joe," I replied and grabbed a wet rag to wipe the tables down with and picked up some dirty dishes while I was waiting for the food to come out. Not more than 5 minutes later Joe's voice rang, "Order up!"
I expertly gathered all of the plates on one tray and quickly got them all to the table without even tipping the tray. No sooner had I placed the last plate down in front of the still arguing boy had the diner door rang. I instinctively looked up to see who it was and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Edward Cullen, the most beautiful, gorgeous, jerk to ever walk the earth stepped into the diner. Edward Cullen, the star quarterback, the student council president, the high honor roll student since as long as anyone could ever remember, and the worlds biggest jerk. His family was filthy rich. Disgustingly so, and he never hesitated to show it off. He drove a different Porsche every week. I think he has 4 but I'm not counting. He also loved to flash his Louis Vuitton wallet every time a pretty girl walked by. Oh, and then, as if being a spoiled brat wasn't enough, he was a know-it-all, popular, and made out with at least three different girls every week! It was disgusting. Even though I had never had the unfortunate chance of talking to him, I could tell he was a jerk. Not that he would ever 'waste' his breathe talking to me anyways.
Suddenly, felt the table shaking besides me and turned around just in time to see Harry banging his fist against the table, sending his water all over my face and soak my shirt. I took a quick and sharp gasp, mortified as my shirt was now slightly see-through. I quickly covered myself up, blushing furiously. I looked up to see who had seen the incident and my eyes met with Edward's. He had a girl on his arm now, Mimi, I believe. One of the cheerleaders. He wore a smirk on his face now. His eyes held a certain smugness to them as we stared at each other. When he saw me cover myself up even more his smirk became even wider before he slowly and deliberately laughed at me. His eyes were ice cold as the words came out of his mouth, "What a freak."
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