Leaving and Coming
Chapter 3- A Little Bit of Luck
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I stood outside the small New York airport with bags in hand. I had been able to come up with a plans easily so far but, now I was stumped. I had no place to go.
People, of all ages, gender and race passed me by, each with smiles on their faces, hugging their relatives and loved ones. Talking about events that happened to them in the past year and listening intentently to one another.
Where could I go? I saw a bunch of cabs sitting in a parking lot. I figured that one could take me to a hotel, until I found a home for us.
A cabby saw me staring and started his engine. Barely a few seconds passed by before his car was right in front of me. I opened the door and sat on the digusting cab seat.
"Where to beautiful?" He asked
I just scoffed. Really now. I'm not beautiful. Maybe if I was, my fiancee would have stayed.
No. This is not a time to dwell on the past.
"Could you please take me to the nearest motel please?" I asked trying to use his stupidity to my advantage. Maybe if he believed I thought he was cute, he could knock a few dollars off my tab.
"Sure thing, hon" He smiled as he said this.
Did he honestly think I liked him. I thought he was one of the most disgusting people I have ever met. I mean really in addition to being an underachieving, middle aged cab driver he was also over weight, bald and smelled like using a shower was a foreign idea.
I kept him chatting and tried to seem interesting.
"Here we are. Your total is $8.59, but for you I'll knock it down to $6." He smiled a disturbing smile at me, that I guess was suppose to look seductive but, it made me just shake.
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it" I said smiling. I gave him $6 and ran out of the cab.
"Wait beautiful!"
I turned back around to his gross face and walked over to him. He leaned over from the driver seat and handed me a buisness card.
"In case you ever need a ride again"
Ewwww. So disturbing. I quickly took the card and ran inside the small lobby. I looked around.
The wallpaper was peeling and there was weird stains on the carpet of all colors. I didn't even want to think of what origin those came from.
The lady at the counter looked up at me. She had bright red hair styled in a twirly up do and had leapard print glasses on.
She through a key on the counter.
"Twenty per night. No discounts. If you can't pay the rent, you're kicked out. No exceptions."
Alright, well isn't she a winner?
I took the key and through two twenties on the desk. I walked back outside and looked at the key. It was gold and had a keychain attached that had the number 8 on it.
I found the door and opened it quickly with the key.
The thing I noticed first was the smell.
God help me. It smelled so bad that no words could describe it. Maybe something died in here? I shock my head with horror and walked over to the full sized bed in the middle of the room.
I sat down and heard the thing squeak loudly. I really needed to find an apartment and fast. I looked at the rest of the room. The walls were painted a off white color but, since the paint was old and the walls dirty, it was more of a yellowish white.
The carpet was dark blue with stains on it just as the lobby had. There was a small out of date tv sitting upon an old broken looking dresser. There was also a water stained mirror above the dresser and one night table with a lamp.
There was no closet, armoir, or anything else in fact. The room wasy bare pretty bare. It did at least have one window. I went over to the window and pulled the tacky curtains apart. I frowned at what I saw. Outside lied a road and then a fence. Inside the fence was a sump.
Oh just my luck. No wounder it smelled like a rodent died in here, it probably did.
I never actually saw a sump before but, back in Phonix a girl who I was some what friendly with at the time said she lived near one.
She told me it was a garbage dump at one point but, then became abandoned and then the ground sunk in. She said that animals such as possums and rats lived in there and would always come into her apartment and her job was to kill them.
I was 9 at the time when she told me and I had thought it was a wierd job she had. I wasn't the only one that heard her saw that. Our fourth grade teacher had over heard us. The next day, she was gone.
I thought she was sick, well at least that is what I was told. Now I realized what really happened. I never did see her again.
I sighed as I walked back over to the bed when something clicked in my mind. The bed was centered in the room but, there was only one night table.
Usually there is two but, here there was only one. I guess that's what you get when you pay $20 a night.
I didn't chance going near the bathroom. I had had enough petrifing images in my mind for one night. I decided to go look for a job instead.
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I changed my clothes into a more professional looking outfit which consisted of a knee length black skirt which to my luck had an elastic waste and a white button down skirt. It didn't look too bad, it just looked like I had to lose a few pounds.
I grabbed my purse and locked the door. I figured that the motel lobby lady wouldn't help me so I decided to look for a job on my on.
Hmm. I could get a job as a waitress. I heard they make bad money but, I could probably make up with it in tips.
I could get a job at a good restaurant maybe. I don't look like I'm dirty and people do think I'm "beautiful". I think I'll test my luck.
I walked a few blocks from the motel and saw a street which I considered to be main street since it was so busy. I walked across it, along with a few other pedestrians.
I walked a few more blocks when I realized I was in the ritzy section of town. Good. Here's where I'll start.
I looked around and found a bunch of pricey looking restaurants.
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After two interviews, I was feeling pretty down.
I wasn't giving up though.
I saw another restaurant amd this one seemed different. I knew that after this one my search would be over.
What am I thing? I don't know what will happen inside that restaurant.
I looked at the script letters written on a fancy sigh that hung above two, double glass doors.
It read La Fleur.
As I walked towards it I managed to note all the fancy merecedes in the parking lot, even more than the other restaurants. I have some major sucking up to do.
I walked into the restaurant and stared at the chandaler hanging over the waiting area. Oh god, I hope I don't have mud on my shoes.
"May I help you miss?" A girl of about twenty asked. She had medium length, blond hair that was very wavy and bright hazel eyes.
"Actually I was woundering if you were hiring?"
She stared at me for a minute before bekoning me over with her index finger. She whispered in my ear.
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
I furrowed my brow. "What?"
"The people here think they're 10 times better than you and they think you'll bend over backwards to do it for them."
"I really need the money, though"
"Yeah, I know same here. You're not around here, right?" She asked
I hope I hadn't met another Alice.
"Nope, how'd you know?"
"Accent" She said smiling.
"Look" She continued. "I know your situation and I'm pretty sure you need the money so, I'll help you get the job."
I smiled brightly for the first time in months. Finally something was going right.
"Thank you so much"
She smiled back again. "You're welcome. I'm Lucy Collins by the way"
"Bella Swan"
She walked me over towards the side of the restaurant and stopped at a door that read manager in big, bold, and gold letters. She then knocked on the door.
"Hey George" She knocked again. "It's me Lucy. I need to talk to you"
"Come on in" He hollered back.
She twisted the doorknob open and we both walked inside.
The first thing I noticed was a big painting on the back of the wall which had a young women on it. She was wearing a sundress and had a pair of sunglasses on. There was a slight breeze in the portrait as the young women's dress was blowing in the wind and she was holding on tightly to her big, floppy sunhat.
"Well hello Lucy. How are you doing today and who is your friend?" He asked eyeing me up and down.
"Hey George! You know how you said that you owed me a favor?"
"Hmm" He said slightly smiling as if he knew what was coming.
"Well you see here is one of my great friends in need of a job. She's a really great person and I think she'll be one of the best!"
"Well, she sure does look promisingly. Tell me dear, what's your name?"
"Bella Swan"
"How old are you?"
"18" I said looking down at my feet.
"No need to be ashamed dear. Many children your age work here. Lucy here's about to turn twenty, Carter's twenty one, Justine's twenty and Matthew is nineteen."
"Oh" was all I had to reply. I was actually quite surprised to find out that such a nice place had hired teenagers.
"All with the same situations as you"
My eyes bulged at this statement causing him to laugh a little.
"Oh dear, how rude of me. I shouldn't assume but are you in fact a runaway?"
"Um, yeah." I said blushing
"Don't be ashamed! If things aren't going good at home then why should you make your self suffer! You're an adult. Don't be sad Bella. In fact you just got the job!" He still kept his bright smile on and not once did it not faulter.
"But, why?"
"You look like a good kid and who am I to judge. Runaway children always do wind up working the hardest and have more responsibility knowing that they have support themselves and not having anyone else to depend on."
I stared at him like he was crazy. He caught me and started laughing.
"Ah, I guess that isn't something other restaurant owners would say. I guess this is kind of confusing for you. I'll try to clear it up as best as possible."
He waited for my approval as I shoke my head.
"Well you see we aren't one of those snobby, high class restaurants. Well we are high class, very to be percise but, that's not what I'm trying to say."
He stared out into space, thinking hard.
"Our restaurant is like a family. I take in hard working people of all types and give them jobs. Here our family doesn't judge one another. We respect each other, no matter their past and treat each other like a sister or brother."
I stared at him with happiness in my eyes, for once, just once I was getting a break.
"There is one thing though, the customers." He said looking straight into my eyes.
"What about them"
"They are horrible, snobby people. They're ruthless and very stressful."
No. I wasn't going to cave in and give up. I have got us this far and wasn't going to back down.
I stood up straighter and looked him in the eye.
"I'll be fine."
He smiled a warm grin at me and turned around. He pulled out a bunch of papers.
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After I had finished filling them out, I handed them back.
"Ok Isabella Swan your first shift starts to tonight. Lucy why don't you introduce her to everyone else."
"Kay."
She led me out of the office and we walked around a bunch of tables and chairs. We walked over to a door that read 'La Cuisine'.
She pushed open the door and walked inside, I followed her lead and was soon face to face with two people who looked to be around my age, a girl and a boy and one man who was about 40 years old. They all turned to face Lucy and me.
I quickly turned my gaze to the floor.
"Hey guys!" Lucy exclaimed. "This is our new waitress Bella."
"Hmm. You don't look like you're from around here, huh?" Asked the boy who was around my age. I took a closer look at him this time and it seemed that he was actually pretty cute with his short blond hair and dark brown eyes.
I felt the blood pool behind my cheeks.
"No, I'm from Washington" I said while rocking on one foot to another.
"Cool, I heard it rains there a lot." He said smiling.
"Yeah, I actually lived in the rainest town in all of the US."
Wow, I didn't know where that came from, usually I wasn't this open with people I just met. It felt different, as if they wouldn't judge me no matter what my past just like what George had said.
"I'm Matt Vendasky by the way"
"I'm Colby Gregers" The older man said. He was quite heavy and hat a light tan with dark brown, short curly hair.
"If you ever have any problem with these rich people, you tell me. I'll take care of it." He said smiling brightly.
"Thanks"
There was a moment of silence before what I was trying to avoid came up next.
"Why are you here?" Asked the girl. She was very pretty, with long, light brown hair that reached down the mid of her back with shining blue eyes.
"Justine Huber, don't be so mean!" Lucy said giving her a repremanding look.
A look of shock crossed her face.
"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that, ya know I'm curious."
"Jus, she's obviously like us" Matt said quietly. "I can tell"
"Let's just talk about something else ok everybody!" Lucy said fastly. "So Colby, that new recipe, I'd love to-"
"If you would like to know, I'll tell you." I don't know why I was exposing myself like this. Why did I want to bring up my heart break and anger. I just couldn't figure out why. Maybe I was tired of not letting anyone see the real me, that died when he left. As much as these memories angered me, they still brought me pain.
"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to. I really didn't intend to sound rude." The girl said looking honestly remourseful, I almost laughed at how I compared her to Rosalie when I walked in.
She was just as beautiful and looked intimidating, but was kind and human.
It didn't hurt me to think about Rosalie. I actually felt relieved sometimes, that I didn't have to deal with her anymore. She treated me with disgust, like I was a pathetic, desperate child who was ruining her life.
So really, she can just go live her merry little life now free of all imperfections, meaning me.
"No, it's ok. I don't want to hold it all up inside anymore."
"Sorry, I'm late guys" Replied a male voice that was opening the back door of the kitchen.
I shocked at what I saw.
In walked a man who was unhumanly beautiful. He looked around and when he saw me his eyes bore into mine.
They were a golden butterscotch, familier and yet so different.
The ones I was used to were filled with love and then so much hate, but these eyes were filled with surprise and intrigue.
He steadily approached me and held out his hand.
"You must be new here, I'm Carter."
"Bella" I replied quietly, almost whispering but I knew he would hear.
I stuck my hand in his and almost jumped a little at they icy contact, as if I forgot momentarily what he was.
"Oh yes Carter, this is Bella Swan our new waitress. She was just about to tell us here story when you rudely interrupted."
"Ah yes my apologies." He said whilst not removing his eyes from mine. I don't think he catched the sarcasm for he was too distracted by me.
He removed his hand from mine and looked at Lucy.
"May I join your conversation then."
Yup, definantly not from this centuary.
"Of course" Lucy replied not at all flustered, unlike I who was redder than the tomatoes on the counter.
All eyes then turned to me.
"Um well where do I start?"
Hooray for Carter! I think he's cool and I'm sure you will too once you get to know him.
Jus, Matt, Lucy and Colby are pretty awsome too but, you don't know their role yet in the story so you're just going to have to wait and see what happens!
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