Memories. Got to love 'em right? What if every memory you ever wanted to hold close to you and keep it in your heart forever ended up with a horrible ending? If you can find an answer for that let me know.

I'm the type of girl who is always in trouble for either causing it, 95 of the time, or just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm the type of girl who always loses the people close to me just because it happens. They all say I push them but maybe it's because I'm afriad to let people in since I have been hurt so much. I don't know and I don't really care.

All I know is that my third alarm is going of which means I'll be late to work again and this time I'm not to sure I'll keep my job. It' sucks anyways.

I finally get up and get dressed. I try and find my iPod and keys but after last night it's hard to imagine where I placed them. I look in the one place I remember being in. The bathroom. Low and behold right there they were. Like I said last night was prety hectic. I grab my iPod and keys and go down stares to leave only to be stopped by a police officer at my front door.

"Can I help you?" I ask with a confused voice. Why would the police be at my house?

"Are you Miss. Davis, age 17, brown hair, brown eyes, About 5'3?" he asked. You see now I'm confused. Why would he want to know all of that stuff? Why didn't he just take his eyes off the clipboard and look at me? Oh well. He is probably trying to figure out why I haven't responded yet.

"Uh…yeah. That's me." I state very bluntly.

"You're father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Raife Davis, were killed in a drunk driving accident last night. I'm so very sorry. Here are their belongings from last night. You can pick up the car at the police station on Parkway Avenue. Try and have a good day."

The police ofrice just left after that. He couldn't even look at me. I don't blame him. His job must be hard…. Job… Crap! I'm late. I instantly wipe away my tears and get in my car. I don't have time to think about my parents right now. Its not like they did much for me but, still they were my parents.

I arrive to wrok twnety minutes late. I'm so screwed…

"Nice to see you Ashley. How are you holding up?"

"Um… I'm doing ok I guess." Okay so maybe this is a joke or something and Jake, the manager is going to scream SUPRISE YOUR FIRED! Or something along those lines.

"A police office came on here looking for you. I told him you were probably still in bed. But that doesn't really matter. Do you think you are okay enough to work? We need you to do some training."

"Uh… Sure?"

"Ok her name is Spencer. She just moved here from Ohio. She is also 17. Try not to scare her away."

"Ha very funny Jake. So you're not firing me?



"No not this time under these circumstances. Your lucky." Dee do. "Spencer, hi. This is Ashley. She will be training you for the next few days. Have fun and Spencer if she is out of hand just come to me, ok?"

She just nods her head as Jake walks off to go do some paper work or whatever. So here we stand just looking at eachother. A slim 5'3 - 5'4 blonde with razor sharp blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. I should probably do something or say something since I'm just staring.

"Hi, I'm Ashley Davis." I stick my hand out towards her. She gently grabs it with her ever so soft hands.

"I'm Spencer Carlin. I just moved here from Ohio a few weeks ago."

"Wait you just moved here and you already had to get a job?"

"Yeah, my parents are kinda strict about that stuff during the summer."

"Yeah…. I know what you mean." My voice gets really small. "But yeah if you are going to work here I have to train you so come on."

Working at a coffee shoppe isn't all that great, ecspecially for a newbie. So I just decide to tell everything that we all do just to see what happens.

"Well you start by cleaning both bathroom, sweeping the floor and mopping, washing windows tables and the counter top."

"Ok, I'm on it!"

Snd just like that the young girl bounces off and does everything. I try and stop her to tell her she dosen't do this alone but that we split it up. So I stand there like an idiot with my mouth open trying to stop her left and right but it just doesn't work.

I sudenly feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and there's Jake staring me down.

"Why aren't you working?"

"I just started to tell Spencer what we had to do and she took off like a mad man. I can't get her to stop."

"SPENCER!"

Spencer came in a studdering halt right infront of me.

"You know you don't have to do it all by yourself." I say grabbing the broom out of Spencer's hands. I see Jake walking away. Good sign.

"We normally split up jobs everyday so you don't have to keep doing the same ones over and over. But since you basically did them all get yourself something to drink. It's on me." I politly smile towards her as hse gets her drink.



"So any boyfriends you left behind in Ohio?" I ask. May I was to forward. But to late know.

"Umm… No actually. There was this guy I was with for about three years but, he became very stalkerish ya know? So I broke up with a month before we left for L.A."

Ok so maybe it wasn't to forward. Dee do. A tall guy with black hair and greenish eyes walked in before I got a chance to ask Spencer another question.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah is Spencer Carlin here by chance?

"Uh yeah." I go to turn behind me and all I see are the empoly doors swinging shut. Huh. What is that all about?

"Let me go get her."

I run to the back and see Spencer sitting at the lunch table biting her nails. I didn't see her as a nail biter.

"Hey, Spencer. Ther is a guy out here looking for you."

"Tell him to go away."

"Why can't you just tell him?'

"You don't get it. That's my ex. He must have followed me here." Now I'm scared for her. There is a crazy stalker guy in the coffee shoppe. Great just another typical day in L.A.