Elle jumped up. “Oh, hey, Mom. Yeah, everything is great; just tired is all.” Elle scanned the living room. “Is Dad in the kitchen?”
“No, um, he’s in bed sleeping.”
“Has he not gotten up all day?” Elle started to worry.
“No, sweetie, he just laid down for a nap.” Elle’s mom gave her a smile. Even she didn’t buy her own words.
“All right. I’ll be in my room doing my homework before I head to work.”
Elle walked through her house, but when she passed her parents’ bedroom, she stopped and wondered if she should go in to check on her father. Maybe later. I’m already depressed as it is.
Elle went into her room and turned on her computer.
Who do I love the most? She contemplated about her essay. Evans’ English class was by far her favorite; she wanted to be a writer someday. She honestly knew the answer. Yet, she felt a little betrayed at the moment by her father - the person she loved the most. Regardless of how little her father talks, he would always wish her a good first day of school, and this would have been the last time. She decided to put her feelings aside for the sake of her grade. She got about halfway done before she looked at the clock and realized she needed to get ready for work.
She dressed in her uniform, which she hated probably more than life itself. She was convinced it was twenty years old since the red had turned into more of a burned-out orange. At least, I’m pretty sure it used to be red.
Elle threw on her pea coat, her best Goodwill buy to date.
When she was finally ready for work, she walked out of her bedroom and headed toward the kitchen.
“Hey, Josh. How was the first day back?” Elle couldn’t help forgetting about all her problems when she saw her eight-year-old brother’s face.
“Fine, I guess.” Josh shrugged. “How about yours, Elle-bell?”
Elle looked hard at Josh. Other than his blond hair, she felt as if she might have been looking in a mirror because of his expression. “Fine, I guess.” She decided she would need to talk to him soon; find out how school really was going. “That smells good, Mom. Save me some for later?”
“Of course, sweetie. Oh, your dad is in the living room.” Elle’s mom gave her a real smile this time.
Elle walked into the living room where she waited for her dad to say something, but he never did.
She went for the door, but before she opened it, she said, “School was great, Dad.”
She was honestly disheartened. Not only had he not wished her a good last first day, as was his tradition, but now he hadn’t even asked how it had gone.
Brushing off the hurt feelings, Elle walked outside. The cold air against her skin made her happy. The smell was always crisp and clean. There was just something about the sound of hearing her boots crunching in the snow that lifted her spirits instantaneously.
Elle walked to the bus stop, and from there the bus would take her downtown. When she boarded the bus, she took a window seat, looking out at the passing scenery. She really did love Kansas City, Missouri. It was her home; however, the past few years had made her feel like she didn’t belong anymore.
Maybe I do need to leave with Chloe.
Her stop came up and she exited the bus, heading down the few blocks it took to get to the diner from there. While walking, Elle didn’t mind the noise and action; she liked watching the passersby going out for the night.
However, it wasn’t long before Elle’s attention was drawn by two men standing outside of the Kansas City Casino Hotel, which was right next door to the diner. One had bags under his eyes; Elle thought he must have been on something. He kept looking over his shoulder, like someone could be coming for him any second. The other one was sternly speaking to him. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Elle knew he was trying to get him under control.
When Elle passed in front of them, she heard the cool one say, “The big boss gave you a job. You don’t have a fucking choice.” The thick, Italian accent made it difficult to hear with the city noise.
Elle kept walking. She didn’t care about whatever it was; it was none of her freaking business.
She entered the diner and hung her coat up on the rack. It was an old diner in need of a serious upgrade. The downtown buildings were all old, although some had kept the same flare they had possessed many years ago. Like this dress I’m forced to wear.
Elle didn’t mind work. She got to meet people she would have never met under regular circumstances, especially with the casino hotel next door. The tips were never bad, either. She did make enough to pay the rest of her tuition at school.
Once she’d clocked in, Elle started waiting her tables. Monday was always a slow night because everyone was mostly too tired from the weekend. This made work pass slowly for her, forcing her to hear her own thoughts. Yet, after today, she didn’t want to think.