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A young girl who looked fifteen, maybe sixteen exited a bus. She had beautiful long golden blonde hair that fell in soft waves, there was a reddish-pink streak in it and the locks framed her face perfectly. She wore black suede ankle boots, dark blue skinny-jeans, a white tang-top with lace edges and a black cardigan.

She walked down the street, into a coffee shop called 'A Taste Of Heaven' and went up to a table with a very tired looking girl her age sitting at it.

"Hi Alex," the girl sitting at the table said grumpily, she had long brown straight hair and was wearing ballerina-flats, jeans and a long sleeved red shirt.

"Hi Ronny, what's with the long face?" Alex asked curiously.

"My brother threw one of his wild parties again."

"And your parents didn't know?"

"No, they went to England on holiday a week ago… wait… haven't I told you this already?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

"You're forgiven, anyway, how was your day?"

"Average; got up, got ready, went to school, school ended, went home, did homework, took shower, went to bed, woke up, got ready for school, then realised it was Saturday and that I had just wasted half an hour of my life packing books, came here, and now I'm telling you how my day was."

"Only you can explain thirty-something hours in ten seconds,"

"What can I say, I have talent,"

"Ha ha, very funny Alex,"

"OK, we have to start work in a few minutes."

"Fine..." said Ronny, she clearly didn't like the thought of spending her Saturdays working in a coffee shop to pay off the debt from that time when they both went on a mad shopping spree together and bought five-hundred euro designer shoes each. Neither did Alex, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

They both put their aprons on and Alex tied her hair up in a sleek pony-tail, they stood behind the counter hoping someone would walk in soon.
Eventually some people arrived, a bunch of regulars. They ordered some smoothies and sat down, chatting their heads off. The group stayed for half an hour then left, leaving the bill on the counter.

"And that is three euros from those guys, pity that the boss gets three quarters of it," said Alex, upset at how little they were getting when they did all the work.

"Oh well, life isn't always fair," muttered Ronny.

And so the day went on, people came, paid and left. About three hours before closing time Ronny remembered something.

"Alex, I completely spaced!"

"What is it?" Alex asked.

"My parents are coming back from vacation today! The house is a mess!"

"Oh shit!"

"Sorry, I have to go! You can handle the place by yourself, right?"

Alex hesitated "Uh… yeah, I'll be fine. Go! Or you and your brother are gonna get grounded!"

"Kay," she said, taking her apron off and grabbing her bag. "Or you sure you'll be alright?"

"Don't worry about me, hurry!"

"Bye Alex!" Ronny yelled as she ran out the door.

"Bye Ronny!" Alex called after her.

"Great, she's gone and ditched me, now she's getting paid when I'm doing her job for her." Alex thought "OK, well, technically I kinda offered to do it but… no, don't start siding with her, she still owes me from that time I bought her food when she forgot her lunch money!"
Alex got lost in her thoughts, eventually dosing off on the counter.

She was brought back from her thought into reality about an hour later.
Alex immediately stood up straight, pretending that she hadn't been sleeping at all.
A man walked in, followed by a girl possibly the same age as her, and a boy with ridiculously spiky blonde hair, she was dubbing him as 'Hair Boy'.

They were rather suspicious, the mans skin looked waxy, in an unreal sense that Alex found disturbing, he had neat dark brown hair and wore a suit, "Maybe he's in the Mafia!" she thought.
The girl had a couple of bruises on her and looked very strong for her age, she had long black hair and was wearing black clothes of a fabric she didn't recognise, and Hair Boy, well, his title says it all.

They sat down at a table in the far corner, and began talking with their voices lowered. She thought she could make out one of them calling the man in the suit 'Fowl-Muggery' or something similar.
Alex walked up to them to take their order. Hair Boy was gazing at her dreamily.

"What would you like?" Alex asked them.

"Nothing," said the man, his voice was like velvet, it made her feel as though she could listen to it all day, but that wasn't going to make any difference.

"Look, if aren't ordering anything then you can't stay here,"

"I said n…" the girl chipped in "I'll have a strawberry milkshake," she said cheerfully.

"You?" Alex asked Hair Boy.

"Same," he answered; he was still looking at her like that.

"And you?" she asked the man impatiently.

"Are you deaf? I clearly said nothing."

"Fine, be that way," she mumbled as she walked of.

She came back five minutes later with the drinks, laying them down gently on the table.

"You're pretty," Hair Boy said, practically drooling.

"Fletcher!" the dark haired girl shouted, slapping him hard on the face and messing up his hair in the process.

"Hey! Watch the hair!" he yelled, trying to sculpt it back into his original form.

"Don't mind him, he does this whenever he meets someone knew," the girl said to Alex apologetically.

"Don't worry, I get that a lot from… spiky haired boys," Alex said backing away from the odd group.

"Hmm, Fletcher, F-l-e-t-c-h-e-r, I prefer Hair Boy," she thought to herself.

They were taking as long as possible on those milkshakes; they obviously had a lot to talk about.

Another man walked in, he looked shaggy and stank, as if he had been sleeping in a sewer for a week. His clothed were ripped and Alex could see evidence of blood on him. "He's probably some homeless dude" she thought. The group in the corner were staring at him.

"Not again…" she could here the man in the suit mumble.

"I demand free coffee!" the homeless dude yelled at her.

"I'm afraid we don't serve hobo's here," she told him as kindly as she could.

"I am the Killer Supreme! You cannot deny me something!"

"Yeah and I'm Hannah Montana," Alex said sarcastically. The dark haired girl started giggling.

"Give me my free beverages!"

"Look, we both want something, you want free coffee, and I want a raise. But we both know that we aren't going to get, we can simply dream for now."

"How dare you cheek the Killer Supreme!" he yelled, banging his fist on the counter. Hair Boy was giggling with the girl now.

"Leave her alone Scapegrace!" the girl shouted at him.

When he saw her there he instantly ran off screaming "I am the Killer Supreme!" unfortunately for him, he hadn't realised that that the door was closed. He hit it face first, sprawling on the floor with his left arm falling off. He got back up, picked up his arm feeling no pain what so ever, opened the door and ran out screaming "Killer Supreme!"

Alex looked horrified, "Will someone catch me if I faint?" she asked.

"Probably not," the man in the suit said.

"Oh well…" she mumbled quietly as she fell to the ground. They all just stared at her unconscious body.

"I'm guessing we have some explaining to do…" Hair Boy said.

DISCLAIMER: My brother (Known on the site as 'ALEXANDRO') came up with the idea of Scapegrace hitting the door face first. He has agreed to give me all his ideas, though I usually just use mine anyway.

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