we're not afraid to live {c}

here i am
a rabbit-hearted girl
frozen in headlights
it seems i've made
the final sacrifice

Maribelle pulled her slender arms over her head and laced her fingers together as she stretched, rising on the balls of her feet a little. She held that pose for a few long seconds before letting out a long sigh, both arms flopping back to her sides. Blue eyes glanced around at the empty tables in the cafe, and she repressed yet another sigh, leaning her elbows on the counter in front of her. It had been an excruciatingly long day, and there had only been one person who had stopped in. It was a man, who just ordered a pastry and coffee to go, before quickly heading back out the door and living poor Maribelle all alone. She didn't even have any coworkers with her today, since it was expected to be slow. (But not this slow! the girl thought bitterly.

The redhead leaned her cheek on the palm of her hand, listening to the old clock on the wall ticking away the seconds ever so slowly, and Maribelle was so sure she would end up dropping dead of old age before her shift finally ended. Not only was this probably the worst way to spend a perfectly nice day ever, she definitely was not going to be making very much money today. You needed customers to get tips, after all.

Moving to stand up straight again, the young woman unclipped her long orange hair and let it fall, gently running her fingers through it as she glanced out the window. Outside, people were walking up and down the street, walking right past the little cafe she was trapped in, much to her frustration. Surely someone passing by would be hungry or thirsty, or maybe wanted a nice quiet place to sit. Clearly that wasn't the case, and the more she watched potential customers walking right on past (and, in her mind, totally abandoning her in her time of need, those selfish jerks) she grew more and more frustrated.

Nearly yanking out a somewhat stubborn knot that had found itself in her long hair, Maribelle finally let out that second sigh before twisting it in her fingers and wrapping it into a slightly messy bun at the crown of her head, clipping it back into place. This job wasn't supposed to last that long, only to help pay the bills until she was discovered and inevitably became a famous, rich supermodel. However, not one person had really discovered her yet, and she couldn't understand why.

I should be out there right now, looking for work or something! Maribelle thought, glaring up at the clock as if it was to blame for all of her boredom and frustration. But nooo, I'm stuck here, wasting my time for absolutely no reason.

She vaguely played with the idea of quitting, which played out dramatically in her mind like a scene out of a movie: her throwing her apron down in front of her boss and yelling "I quit!" loudly enough for the whole place to hear before marching straight out the door and, of course, straight into the fame she so desired (and in her opinion, deserved). However, seeing that there was no one here to even yell at, it seemed unnecessary for such theatrics. Besides, if she told he parents she had quit, they'd probably scold her about it nonstop, and she really didn't want to deal with that right now.

Suddenly, Maribelle's thoughts were interrupted by the chime of the little bell that dangled above the front doorway, signalling that someone had finally decided to pay the cafe a visit. She instantly turned her attention to the new customer and put on her biggest smile before going over to her eagerly.

"Welcome, welcome!"

@genesis