I don't know why it started. I don't know how it all got out of hand to quickly. All I can remember is being happy that someone seemed to like me, and than it all went downhill. I can remember my first day like it was yesterday. I was a 17 year old girl, it was my first job, and I had no idea what the hell I was doing. Imagine a look of sheer terror. Yeah, that was me. In my orientation I basically had a panic attack because I was so scared. Well I got over it pretty well thanks to my friend Alice. She was truly a sweetheart, with long curly brown hair and a soft voice. She showed me the ropes and gave me tips on what to do, and what not to do. When you are a ride operator you really can't mess up on the little things. I got my job through my best friend Rosalie. She had worked at Berkley Amusement Park the year before, and she knew that they could always use another person in rides, so she recommended me, and here I am with a job.

I remember the first time that I operated a ride. It was a cold day in May, and I was put at the only ride that I knew how to operate called the Scrambler. It was a pretty dull day, we only had about 1,000 people in the park. I was basically sitting the entire time, wishing that someone would come over and give me something to do, when the guy who was giving me a break walked up. The first thing that I remember thinking about him, was how rude he must be. He had this look about him that made it seem like he thought that he was better than everyone else just because he was giving people breaks on the first day. He was tall and stocky, and had the most beautiful pair of green eyes, but at the time I was too awkward to really notice that about him. I left, saying as few words as possible, and when I came back he practically bolted away from me. Later on I was talking to Alice, and for some reason he just came up in the conversation...

"So he was giving me a break and he didn't even like look at me, and wouldn't talk to me. I don't know who he is or what his problem was, but he needs a huge attitude adjustment." I said taking in a deep breath. I had been ranting to her for what seemed like hours about this guy, but it was probably only like two minutes. She just looked at me and cracked a smile. "Don't pay any attention to that. His name is Edward and he is a really nice guy once you get to know him. He's just a bit shy. And trust me, his ego is NOT that big. He's just really confident. Just give him a chance." Alice said. "Okay. Fair enough. I will." I replied. "Good." She said.

I went home that night thinking of him, and how complex he seemed to be. I walked in the door at 9pm that night, my legs about ready to collapse from under me. I fell onto my couch and my dad laughed. "Rough day at work?" He asked. I groaned in response. "You have no idea what true hell is until you have stood on your feet for twelve hours, only being able to sit down for a total of fourty minutes during that time, have had to deal with 4 year olds that give you sass all day, and bumbed into every sharp corner you can think of." I said, my words muffled by the couch coushion. "I didn't think that it was going to be this damn hard when I signed up for this." I added. "Well you could always quit and be back where you started. Be a teenage girl with no money, and no social life, sitting on the couch watching Orange is the New Black on your laptop." He said trying to hide a smirk that I knew was lurking behind that straight face. "Never!" I said. "That will never be my full time job again! ... That's my part time job for on my days off." I added. He chuckled at me. Sometimes he seemed more like a cool Uncle than a dad.

I pulled myself up slowly from the couch and made my way down the hallway to my bedroom. My marvelous room, with my magnificient bed, and my luxurious pillows that were just begging me to lay on them. Just as I was about to open my door my dad stopped me. "Hey honey, I need to tell you something." He said. I took in a deep breath. Every time that he called me honey, I knew that I was about to hear something that I wouldn't like. "What?" I asked turning around slowly to face him, my joints protesting every movement. "I know that you aren't going to like this, but, you're mother is coming home this weekend. Her flight arrives this Sunday." He said. I could tell that he was trying to gauge my reaction, but I kept on a blank face.

You see, the thing with my mother is, I can not stand her. She is truly a bitch. This past year all she did was sit around the house and order Justin, my dad, and I around like we were some common household slaves. She would sit in her recliner, reading news arcticles on war, destruction, and the upcoming apocolypse that she is certain will happen, and than suddely grow extremely tired because she has been doing so much all day, and go take a two hour nap, wake up, and do it all again. One day, she started yelling at us. She started telling us that we did nothing around the house, and that she was the reason that this family was together in the first place. My anger got the best of me, and it resulted in her packing as many bags as she could find, and moving to her mothers house. And now she has aparently returned. One small detail that I forgot to mention was that she loves to hoard every little thing that she can get her hands on. Our house is one collection of sad memories, broken promises, heartache, and anger, all in the form of trinkets that my mother deems, "priceless". I'm guessing that you understand my anger now.

I kept telling myself, "Just keep your mouth shut. Don't say a word or else you will regret it. You know you will." I turned my eyes away from him and fixed my gaze on the fireplace mantel and the collection of photos that were placed on top. It calmed me down somewhat, until he spoke. "Bella, you have to forgive her sometime." I turned towards him. I could practically feel my anger boiling over. "Dad. She practically bankrupted us! She treated us like shit! She had us cater to her every whim, and we weren't allowed to say anything. If I even hinted at the thought of anything bad, she punished me. I wasn't allowed to go to my Junior prom because I didn't put my phone down when she told me too! You, yourself even said that she wasn't good for this family, and you're letting her waltze back in and pretend that she owns the place?1 No. No, Charlie, this is not okay!" I yelled, ending the conversation by slamming my bedroom was the first night that I had cried myself to sleep in a long time.

I woke up the next morning to my phone alarm yelling at me. I turned over slapping my hand around on my bed until I found it, and tapped on the screen randomly, in an attempt to get at least a few more minutes of sleep, but it was too late. My dogs Princess and Mia were already up and jumping around on my bed, and on top of me, which is very uncomfortable, especially when one of the dogs is 67 pounds. I pulled Princess onto my stomach and started petting her, trying to get her to go back to sleep, and when that didn't work, I gave in and rolled out of bed. Literally. Who needs coffe when you have a nice, cold, hardwood floor to smack your face with?

My morning ritual consisted of, firstly, going to the bathroom, secondly, preparing myself a toased bagel with cream cheese, and thirdly, wrapping up in a blanket in my livingroom with my laptop and watching netflix until I absolutely had to move. I haven't really changed that much. I was practically running when I got the text from Rose saying that she was there to get me. I fell into her car, and slammed the door shut. I soaked in the sweet smell of coffee and the rich sounds of country music. It relaxed me almost immediately. As we turned onto the freeway I did a mental checklist to see if I had everything. Belt? Check. Nametag? Check. Pen? Check. Watch? Check. ID Card? Check. Sipper (AKA waterbottle)? Check. I went back through everything just to make sure that I was in fact actually ready for work. "Oh my god Rose!" I exclaimed. "What?" She asked. "I'm actually prepared for work! Like I didn't leave anything at home this time!" I said. She laughed at me. "I'm so proud of you! This is the first time this month!" She exclaimed.

One thing about me is, I forget about things a lot! I am constantly losing one thing or another. It's just completely embarassing! I usually forget something at home and have to improvise when we get to work, but thankfully, they don't really look too hard at their employees.

We rocked out to TIm McGraw and Taylor Swift in our 45 minute car ride, and before I knew it, we were pulling up to Human Resources, ready to tackle another day of foot pain. I climbed out of the car and looked at Rose who was reclining her seat. "Rose, what are you doing?" i asked. "I don't work until noon. Have fun working while I take a nice, long, nap." she said, flashing me her signature smile. I opened the door and was greeted with a weird sight. The place was practically empty. I looked up at the clock. It read 9:30. I still had an hour until my shift officially started. I turned around and swiped my ID Card, clocking in, and turned towards the guy working behing the counter. His name is Tyler, but it is spelt Tylor, so we all pronounce it Tylore. It's great because he hates it. He says that it makes him seem gay when he isn't, but everybody knows that he's gay. He spends all of his paychecks on TOMS and hair products... Is it not obvious?

"Hey Tylor." I said leaning on the counter, watching him type on the computer. "Hey girl. Why are you here so early?" He asked looking from the clock to me. "Mara was speeding aparently." I said. He nodded. He had seen her driving before. "So what are you doing that looks sooo exciting?" I asked. "I'm putting in the time worked sheet for all of the people that are going through training. Like, I don't understand why they can't just freaking give them ID Cards when they come in to get their uniform or something. It would save me so much time!" he said with a huff. "I can imagine." I replied. "So, how's life?" He asked. "It's alright. A lot of the same old same old." "Well at least you have a job, so that way you can kind of have a life!" he said with fake enthusiasm. "Yeah, definately. Have you seen my next weeks schedule? They have me working 6 days in a row! It's like I'm jesus!" I exclaimed. He laughed at me and shook his head. "You are something, Bella." he said smiling at me.

The day went by quickly. Before I knew it I was clocking out and walking to the car in the dark. The moon was blocked by a few clouds that were passing by, and it made everything look black. The farther away I got from the building, the harder it got for me too see the cars around me. Rose had told me that she had moved the car on her break because she wasn't suposed to park in front of HR all day. Lets just say, she wasnt a happy camper. I can still remember the way that she looked as I passed her while I was walking to break. My thoughts turned back to the present when I reached the car. As I went to open the door, I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I peered out into the darkness, looking to see if there was anyone there, or if it was just my imagination. There was nothing in sight, so I slowly turned back towards the car and opened the door, setting my purse inside. I sat down and turned to shut the door, and jumped as Rose screamed, "BOO!." My heart was still racing when I chased after her, trying to smack her.

We drove away that night laughing, and blasting our song by Taylor Swift, and I could have sworn that I saw someone standing in the shadows, watching us.

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