Torn Allegiances

Bills! Bills! Bills!

I'm done! What did I do to deserve this ? This wasn't the plan! I will run mad at this rate.

I hit my head against the table repeatedly while struggling with the tears that have started pricking my eyes. My only crime was trusting the man I loved. Well, look where love got me. With just $200 left in my account, I'm flat broke until my next paycheck. The electricity bill is due, the hospital has been calling for two days to ask for a deposit, there is no hot water running anymore, I had to even beg the landlady for the heater in this terrible winter, my exams are coming up soon and I have not paid a single dime out of my tuition.

It's safe to say that I'm screwed.

With no other solution in mind, tears start streaming down my eyes and I gladly welcome the taste of salty water in my mouth. I move to the floor and hug my knees to my chest.

I'm tired. I'm really tired. This is getting too much for me. All my hard work of five years gone like that.

I don't even remember anything regarding my course. God help me. I push my mini twists behind my ear. Okay, enough tears. I don't think I have anymore anyways. I need to get something big. Would bring a stripper be such a bad idea? Who am I kidding? My self consciousness would kill me before my bills.

I think I have done every menial job on earth in the past five years. What's left really? I really need to get out of this situation ASAP.

My alarm goes off reminding me of my shift that starts in less than 15 minutes. Shoot!

It's a good 20 minutes walk from my house and I don't have any spare money for a cab right now so running it will be. I quickly take my worn out bag and rush out the door. Thankfully, snow has not began yet so the the roads are still free just that the weather is freezing. I put on my jacket and sprint to Starbucks while puffing out cold air.

Fortunately, I make it just in time for my shift. Two minutes late anyways but who is counting?

I go to the back and change my t-shirt. I grab my pen and pad and walk over to the women who just occupied table 5.

"Good day. I am Mia and I'll be taking down your orders. What would you like to order?". I greet them with a smile on my face. Thankfully, they reciprocate and look at their menu almost at the same time. From their facial appearances, they should be middle aged.

"I'll have two baked apple croissants and an iced latte". One of the women with blonde hair and green eyes replies with a polite smile. I write down her order and face the others with a questioning look.

"I'll have the same as her".

"I'll have a vanilla latte".

"I'll have hot chocolate".

I take down their orders and tell them that their orders will be ready soon. I head back to the kitchen and relay the orders.

Ten minutes later, I carry their orders to their table.

"So girls, guess what?"