Crise de la Bourgeoisie(Crisis of The Middle-Class)

[Avril Misery]

Crise de la Bourgeoisie (Crisis of The Middle-Class)

This is my second fanfic. My first one is done and over with, and now it's time for a new one that I think is better than the first one. This story is about the non-famous, non-rich Avril Lavigne. I switched the time line around a bit. The story first takes place in October, 2008. But Avril looks like she did in 2005. Get it, got it, good. Now it's time to post the first update. I want commenting readers, please, please, please!

Waking up in the morning was like hell to me. The light hurts my eyes, the reflection in the mirror hurts my eyes, and my allergies go crazy. But eating some breakfast made it all better. The crunching sound in my mouth when I would chew my cereal woke me up, and a nice cup of coffee helped too. I was ready to start my Wednesday. I opened my wide curtains, letting the bright sun’s light shine threw the window of my condo. I had the perfect view of the Rogers Centre and CN Tower, that landscaped the wonderful city of Toronto.

When I had fully awaken it was time for me to get ready for yet another day of work. I threw my make up on, layered up on clothing, and did a couple of straightening touch-up’s to my hair. I set my security alarm on, then walked out of the door into the empty hallways of the condo building that was home to many, many other people. When I got down to the first floor and walked outside, I stopped in my tracks as I was taken by surprise by the cold air. Even with a t-shirt, a hoodie, and a coat on— the cold was still unbearable. The wind was blowing harder than I wish, which made it seem even colder outside. The naked, leafless tree branches swayed side-to-side. The strong, fearless birds that have the guts to stay here for the winter were flying from tree-to-tree chirping their heads off at each other. Cars would drive past every now and then, making the brown leaves that were on the road fly up into the air.

As I was walking down the side walk to the parking lot where I park my car(since the stupid Condominium owner made the road in front of the building a tow area) I saw old Mrs. Bradey sitting down on her wooden rocking chair in front of her home as she does each morning.
“Hello Avril!” She said when I walked past her. I stopped and faced towards her with a greeting smile and said,
“Hello Mrs. Bradey.”
“Going to work I see.”
“Yep. Thankfully I have tomorrow off.”
“Take advantage of that, and have fun.”
“Oh believe me, I will.” I said, then I turned back around and continued walking.
When I got to my black car that was parked by itself in the middle of the concrete parking lot, I quickly got in and turned the heat on to warm my petite body up. I looked into the rear view mirror and my cheeks where a dark pink shade, thanks to the piercing fall air, that felt like winter. But I kinda liked how it looked, maybe I should start wearing blush this color. Once I set my mirror back to it’s rightful position I drove out of the parking lot and off to work.

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[Avril Misery]

When I made my way to the place that I dreaded to go to each day, and parked my car. I quickly walked in to get away from the cold. As soon as I took my first steps into the University Diner I felt a wave of heat splash onto me. The diner is called the University Diner because it’s a couple of blocks away from the University of Toronto. In occasion, students from there would come to eat here. I walked behind the counter and in threw the back door to put on my shitty uniform. The uniform was white with light pink on the sides and on the apron that was sewed in to the front. It looked like a dress you would have found in the 50’s in like, the Grease movie or something like that. Once I got my uniform on I put my blonde hair up in a messy bun, and pinned my name tag onto my dress on the top-left of my chest. I walked back out and saw Amber walking in threw the front door rubbing her arms with her hands trying to warm herself up. Amber was the other waitress that worked here, who unfortunately has to where the same lame dress as I do.

“So Avril,” I heard from behind me. I turned around and there was Manager Tom standing right there, with his beer gut inches away from my tiny one. I backed away from him, hitting my butt on the counter, and my elbow knocking over something. I looked over my shoulder to see a knocked over salt shaker.
“Crap…” I said turning around to the counter to clean up my mess.
“That’s seven years of bad luck Ms. Lavigne.” Tom said. When I finished cleaning up the salt and turned back around to him, he was still in the same stand-still position.
“Sorry.” I said looking down to my shoes.
“How good of work can I expect from you today?” I shrugged my shoulders still looking at my feet. “Hopefully better than yesterday?” He asked. I looked up at him and his ruggedy 5 ‘o clock shadow and nodded my head. “We’ll see about that.” He said turning away from me and walking into the backroom. As he walked in, Amber walked out in her uniform. She had her hand over her shoulder trying to get something on her back.
“Hey, can you help me zip this back zipper?”
“Sure,” I said. “turn around.” She turned around and I zipped the tiny zipper up to the back of her neck. She turned back to me and said,
“Thank you.”
“You either need grow longer arms or become Mr. Fantastic because I can’t be the one who zips up your uniform each day.” I joked.
“It’s not my fault this uniform has a tiny ass zipper.”
“It’s something you would see on a Barbie doll dress.”
“Hey!” Tom yelled from behind me. I jumped and quickly turned to him. “This is NOT social hour! Get to work, people are starting to come in.”
“Yes sir, Tom.” Amber said saluting him. Tom walked off into his office and I lightly hit Amber’s stomach with the back of my hand.
“Don’t suck up to him.”
“I was just joking, god!”
“Sure…” I said raising an eye brow.
“And plus, I want that raise. And if sucking up is the way to go, then that’s what I’ll do.”
“You have fun with that.” I said walking out from behind the counter and to the first customers who had already taken their seat at a booth table.