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Just a Waitress

Chapter 1

I'm 5'5, I have shoulder curly light-blonde hair, light brown eyes, pale skin, I'm nineteen and my name is Mary Lea Kenneth… this month. I have had many names and forms all around the world. At the moment I'm in Texas, working as a waitress in a small town called White Deer.

I have been here one hundred and thirteen days – a new record for staying in one place. I like it here. I like my job, I like my colleagues, I like my small apartment above the diner, and I like how normal I feel here. But I'm not normal, and soon I will have to move on, before they can get me.

They being the Mogadorians. They are aliens, I am an alien. I have been alone on earth for twelve years. I was three when my planet was attacked by the Mogs and it took a year on a ship to get to earth. I wasn't meant to be alone but my Capen was killed in the first hours of being on earth, in a plane crash, but I survived due to a charm that was cast on me and the last of the Garde.

I was alone in the Sahara Desert for a long time with no more than the clothes on my back, but the charm kept me alive and I came across a small village weeks later. I only stayed in the village for a few days before picking a direction and walking. I kept my head down and stayed moving all my life.

When I chose to stay in one place I started feeling eyes on me. I was probably too superstitious in my younger days, but could you blame me? All I really knew was I wasn't born to this planet, I was going to get powers, I was being chased by the monsters that killed all I know, I was meant to stay alive until it was time to finish this war, and I was Number Five, the fifth in line to die, and when Garde One, Two, and Tree died a symbol was burned into my left leg due to the charm.

But a few months back the charm was broken and now it doesn't matter what number we are, we can die in any order. Speaking of order, I need to get to work. My body cricks and creaks as I get up from the double mattress that takes up the right corner of the main room. My apartment is small, but there's no rent and it suits me just fine, and is still better than half the places I've stayed.

I go into the bathroom and take care of morning dos, then go to the duffle bag I have lived out of most my life. I dig through and pull out a red lace thong and bra. There's no uniform for my job but I learnt the less clothes, the more tips. I slip on a white crop top that shows my bra just enough so it's not too slutty, the shortness of the shirt makes my navel piercing visible and a tattoo of guns and roses on my lower back. I slip into a pair of ripped denim shorts and thread on a belt that's covered in red rhinestones.

I pull my short hair up into a black bun clip then put on some bright red lipstick that makes my face light up. I may look like a total slut but some girls come to work in bikinis, so I'm not the sluttiest. I put on glossy red pumps and grab my keys before walking out the door, locking it firmly behind me. I plop my keys into the side of my bra before walking down stairs.

I open the diner's old rusting back door and walk into the kitchen. It's only six in the morning so the truck drivers won't be pouring in for an hour or so. I snatch a clean red waist apron and drop a blue pen and notebook into the front pocket.

"Morning Mar," calls the chef, Ben. He's 6'2 and as tall as he is wide but he can make one hell of a burger. Ben owns this place 'The Digger' with his wife Trish. He lives behind the grill, and he's the first person there to cook breakfast for the workers and the last person there at night packing up leftovers for us to take home.

"Good morning Ben. What's the morning special today?" I ask walking over to lean on the stainless steel bench to the left of the grill.

"A worker's omelette and hash browns," he smiles, passing me a plate from his right. The plate is covered with two omelettes with the works and propped up slightly with three golden hash browns.

"I love you," I say, taking the glorious plate from Ben and grabbing a fork from the drawers across the counter. I can't help but groan as the food hits my taste buds. "So good."

"You better not be talking about my man, Mar," says Trish as she walked out of her small office in the corner of the kitchen next to the cold room, and pantry. Trish is one of the weirdest women I have ever met. She may have had two kids and be over forty but she still walks around in clothes that are meant for teenagers. And she is more makeup and fake red hair than human, but she can go from caring and joking one second to ripping your head off the next. I love Trish like a mother and that isn't something I have said often in my life.

"Don't worry Trish it's the food I love, the glorious, glorious food," I say between bites.

"I could swear you didn't eat a day in your life before getting here Mar." Trish pouts at my non-lady-like eating style but she right. Before I found this place I didn't waste money I didn't have on food. The charm kept me from starving to death so I didn't have to eat. Yes I was hungry but the feeling faded over the years.

"How else do you think she got a bod' like that?" calls a female's high voice through the serving window.

"Don't get jealous on me now Em," I say leaning off the counter to see Emma-Jay siting at the serving counter in a blue bikini top and faded jeans. I smile at the honey-haired girl as she struggles to pull her curls into a pony tail. I've worked with Emma from my first day and she has become the best friend I could ask for.

"You wish," she playfully hisses back. I shrug and go back to my food, savouring its goodness and by some sickly force of nature I finish the whole plate easily.

"God Mar, I don't know where you fit all that in," mutters Ben as I wash and dry my dish.

"I bet any money she stuffs her bra with it." I hadn't noticed Dan leaning against the cold-room door till he spoke with a cocky grin on his face.

"I don't know how many times I got to tell you Dan, but stop staring at my boobs and me ass." Dan is Ben and Trish's youngest son and I don't know where he got his looks from but he is what Emma calls OMFG hot. Dan is twenty-one, 6' foot with a tanned muscly form, green eyes and black hair cropped short. I don't know why but out of all the girls that would kill to be with him he chose me. I'm not complaining but hey, he needs to get better taste.

"Oh come on Mary, you know ya love me." He covers the ten feet between us in seconds and grabs my bare hip bones pulling me against him so I have to crane my neck back so I can see his smirking lips before he presses them to mine.

"Yes" *kiss* "I" *kiss* "Do" *kiss*

"Don't listen to her Dan, she told her omelette she loved him too," giggles Emma-Jay.

"I think I can take him in a fight," Dan smirks pulling away.

"Don't worry he was like so ten minutes ago, what ya got to worry about is the steak burger I'm having for lunch." I flutter my eyelids at Dan, and he chuckles and leans his forehead on mine.

"Yo, you two get to work, I don't pay you to make out in my kitchen." Dan steps back from me to go put on an apron and I turn to Ben with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I work for tips." He chuckles, shaking his head as I leave the kitchen.

#BTW I'm not just spelling her name wrong they just call her Mar for short#

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