Selena

As usual I woke up 45 minutes before my alarm clocked buzzed. Another day to pass by. At this point I don't even bother trying with anything you know? Just go to work, earn money, eat, sleep and that's all. I mean that's what only matters in life right? I don't think I can think of anything that would make me wake up with a smile on my face.

I pull the covers off my body and head to the bathroom. Once I was dressed, I left my room and was greeted by my housemate Jennifer.

She smiles at me,"Good Morning."

"What's so good about it?" I ask as I grab a slice of toast from the counter.

"Would it kill you to ever be just a little optimistic?" Jennifer looks at me with looks of disapproval.

"What's the point? Plus always being optimistic requires too much hard work and energy. I can't do any of that." I finish up my toast and wash my hands.

Jennifer just shakes her head disapprovingly and gets back to her breakfast knowing it was useless to talk to me about anything really.

"Okay. I'm off to work." I say.

"Wait. You only ate a slice of toast." Jennifer says.

"Yes and it's what I always eat." I say nonchalantly as I pick up my bag.

"I know but when are you going to start looking after yourself?" She asks.

"Probably never. You know that." I fake smile at her.

I move to give her a small hug,"Bye!" I say.

"Bye. Have a good day." I hear her say as I walk out my apartment.

I know Jennifer worries about me alot, that's why she's always nagging me about positivity and health and other bullshit. I appreciate her gestures but she knows just as well as I do, I'm not trying to improve anything. If anything I'm just waiting for life to move along and end. Talk about life goals.

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"Selena! You're late." Richard snaps at me as he throws me my apron.

"It's nothing new." I say as I put the apron on and grab the menu and notebook from the counter.

Richard lets out a sigh and focuses his attention back to counting his money.

I work at a crappy diner in Brooklyn. It's also the shadiest place you'll ever be. The only people who come here are gangsters or pimps or drug dealers. And occasionally men with their mistress's and women with their misters? What are male mistresses called? I can't be the only one who thought of that.

Anyways, I'm a waitress at this diner and Richard is my boss. Who really acts like he's the shit when he really isn't and frankly will never be.

A/N: Hey guyss! the first chapter. hopefully you guys liked this chapter. don't forget to comment and vote if you did xxxx