~~!!NOTE!!~~

I wrote a story prior to this and it wasn't good at all. Instead of rushing into everything i slowed the pace of this story right down and have gone back to basics. The story will have reminisces of the original plot but as fanficition allows , this is my take on SOA. There will be hard subjects , matters and scenarios forewarning however i will put a warning before each chapter.

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My day started like everyother day.

6:50 am alarm.

10 minutes spent contemplating my employment and questioning if i really , really need this job or will I be okay to just spend the whole day in bed , however guaranteed i come to the conclusion that the Diner needs me and if I leave they'll go bankrupt. A bit self diluted but we will have to get up for something right?

Shower at 7:00 am .

Breakfast at 7:30 am .

Dressed , make up on and ready to leave by 8 am. This was my daily routine and it's been the same since I got out of highschool. I'm not a creature of change. I much perfer keeping everything the same. I find so much comfort in knowing what comes next. The unknown is terrifying. And the unknown is what I was about to dive into.

My drive to work was the same , the same houses. The same unpaved , ripped up roads and the same people walking their dogs.

I walk into the Diner chucking my hair into a pony tail hoping I can get away with this for waitressing today because I look like a puffer fish in a net.

"Hey Hey Eli" I heard from the kitchen

"Heeeeeeey bitcchhhh" I screamed at the top of my lungs rushing towards the loud , boisterous almost song like voice.

Upon entering the kitchen doorway I spot the voice and ran to hug her.

"Hey bestfriend - how was fuckathon 101 with Cody last night? "

"Well , his dick is bent and nasty , wasted a half a tank of gas and I got a flat this morning - Fuckathon was more like fuck-Saster" she replied nonchalantly.

"You live and learn you whore. Maybe give it a rest hey" I laughed.

"Anyway , what time did Les want us open since it's Sunday?"

"He said normal time but close an hour earlier since Sundays are never fucking exciting."

I turn on my heel and laugh , Heading towards the door to open up shop at exactly 9:30 , as I get to the door I see the usual suspects. Mr. Johnson for his morning blueberry pancakes and decaf coffee , Mrs. Welsh for her white chocolate latte , Mr. Link for his big breakfast of sausages and hasbrowns and Piney Winston or uncle Piney - Not because of relation but purely out of respect because he was there for my dad long before anyone gave a shit about him. He'd be here for his Sunday catchup with me about the family and a chai lattee - he swore me to secrecy about the lattee because it's a sissys drink.