Rewriting Her Life

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Nothing irritates me more than a busy restaurant with a shortage of staff. I have to extend my time to help. I'm currently working as a waiter in a restaurant, and I have two other jobs tomorrow morning.

I walk towards the two people, guide them to their table, and take their order.

"I like to have..." As I'm taking their order, one person entered with her friends whom I did not want to meet. In a hurry, I took their order and went to the kitchen. I stayed there for a minute when my co-workers enter.

"Emily, someone has requested you to take their order," He said while pointing through the small window. And I saw a girl grinning like a demon on the other side. My blood boils as I saw her doing that

"Can you do me a favor, Nate? Can you get their order? I'm not feeling well," I said.

"Sorry, Emily, I want to, but I can't; she's a VIP, and she said if somebody takes their order, she will comply with the manager and get me fired," he said. I sigh.

I get out to the kitchen and walk towards them. Calm down, Emily; you will just take their order. When I reach their table, I smile and greet them.

"Good evening, may I take your order." I ask

"Will, who do we have here, my old nerd classmate? I'm surprised that you're working in this fancy restaurant.Now tell me, what did you do?" She said that, and her friends started to laugh.

I start to tighten my grip on the pen and paper. Ugh, I want to punch that b*tch's face.

I calmed myself and said, "Even though I'm just a high school graduate, everyone knows I'm smarter and more hardworking than you, miss," and smirked.

Her face turned red and she glared at you. "That's enough, Phoebe," her friends said, and she suddenly smiled.

"OK guys, let's order," she said, grinning at me. They start ordering, and I give their order to the chef.

And start delivering the food to the other customer's table. I thought I could finally get back to work peacefully, and 5 more minutes until my work is over, but the chef called me and had me deliver the wine first to Phoebe's table.

As I walk to their table, I suddenly become nervous. What if she trips me? I successfully arrived at their table, and nothing happened. As I was leaving happily, I saw Phoebe throw the wine at her dress.

"Ughhhh, you!" She said this, pointing at me, and I saw the manager walking towards us.

"What happened here?" My manager asked.

"Your employees pour the wine in my dress; do you know how much this cost?" "I bet your salary cannot pay it," Phoebe said.

Due to the distraction to the other customers, we moved to the manager's office.

As we sat down, "Ms., I swear I didn't pour that wine to her; she did it," I said.

"I'm not stupid to do that to myself, and since we were in high school, I know you're jealous of me, Emily," she said.

"Since you knew each other, why not forgive her, Miss Phoebe?" the manager said.

"Ok, I will forgive her if she will kneel down in front of me and say sorry," she said while grinning.

As I heard that, I froze, and anger started to fall on my head, but I didn't have a choice. I need this job; this is the job that is paying me well, and I know that no one will hire me because I'm not qualified.

I sigh, and as I start to kneel, memories start to flash of the bullying she did to me and that incident.

I suddenly got up and attacked her; my mind became blank.

"You bitch, I don't know what I did to you for you to treat me like that; it isn't enough that I suffer big time, and now you can't just act like you didn't know me but instead you want to suffer more." I said it angerly while slapping her.

Finally the security guard came and separate us. " That's it Emily you're fired" the manager said, will I know that she will sided that bitch because her friend's family own this restaurant

"Finally, the security guard came and separated us. "That's it, Emily. You're fired," the manager said. I knew that she would side with that bitch because her friend's family owns this restaurant.

"I don't need you to fire me because I quit!" I shouted. "I quit this bullshit restaurant that overworks its staff and only cares about money," I said and stormed out of the office.

Great, now what? Ugh, I'm tired of this life. No permanent jobs, no permanent house. I'm Broke, argh!

I went to a convenience store nearby and bought some beer. Then I looked at my watch and smiled bitterly.

It's almost 12. I grabbed a cupcake and paid for it. I called a taxi and gave them the address— the place where it all started.

11:55 PM

As we reached there, I paid the taxi driver and got out of the taxi. The strong wind touched my body, and I could hear the sound of waves coming from the sea.

11:58 PM

The taxi left, and I walked to the shore and screamed.

"AHHHH, WHY ME?!"

"WHY? ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT MY LIFE IS MISERABLE? I KNOW IT'S MY FAULT AND I PAY FOR IT EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE."

"I JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR."

As I said that, I walked towards the sea until I was drowning, even though my body didn't react. I was tired. I just wanted to disappear.

I knew any moment I was going to take my last breath. As I was about to die, I greeted myself through my mind.

"Happy birthday, Emily. You're free now."

But suddenly someone pu

lled me.

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It was Gray, my classmate from high school.

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And I passed out.