Ever since I moved to this island things have been a lot harder than I thought it would be. I thought that starting my cooking career on a small island would have been great, considering all the thorium. Little did I know this town… well… It blows. No one in their right mind would want to take a visit to this place, there is nothing to do. (Save the beach on Toucan Island, although lots of places had better beaches.) Even the people on the main island wouldn't know the difference between a mango and an orange. This was the lowest point of my life. I knew it.

It was the end of the day at the inn that I worked at. Really all I do there is cook my shining food. (Although not many seem to take note of this.) Clean up and get to bed, repeat. Today was a little different.

I was almost done washing up my pans when I heard someone walking into the bar.

Without looking I shouted "Were closed! Come back tomorrow."

A voice came back. "I need to talk to you about some important business Chase."

Oh god it was Gill. Out of everyone in the island I hated Gill the most. He thought he was so smart, so organized so innovative. He thought he was such hot shit.

I sighed, I was really annoyed, I didn't want to spend the last few hours of the day talking to this wannabe. "What?"

He crossed his arms trying to look powerful or something. (Me being a good half a foot taller his dress clothes and skinny body didn't help him.) "I don't like your tone Chase, you're on very thin wire."

"Ugh, sorry mom." I smirked on that one "So what do you want?"

Ignoring my insult. "Well your rent is costing more money than what you're bringing in, and if you don't increase your cooking skills you're going to half to find another way to make money."

I dropped the plate I was cleaning in the sink causing a loud clatter of plates, cups, bowls, and pans. Nothing broke, but I half wished it did. I could feel my face losing color if I wasn't so pissed and stunned I would have thought I was sick. Did I say I hated Gill before? Well now I lough him, absolutely despise. My cooking needs improving? No one has ever said that to me. He's never even eaten it.

I turned to him. "Maybe if you had more shit to do on this island more people would come here! There's only like 10 people here! How do you expect me to make a living off of that? People don't eat out every day idiot!"

I grabbed a bowl and threw it at his stupid pretty boy face. I hoped it hit, and I hoped it hit hard! I honestly didn't expect it to hit him. And right when it did I wished I used a sponge.

So how was that guys? I'm going to make more please review this is my first fanfic (Actually first story even)