A/N: Sooooo sorry that this is a late update. I'm writing 2 new stories, one is a Fairy tail fanfiction, the other a Naruto. I guess that's why I've had no motivation to update this. I hope you all enjoy! (:

My mother was afraid of the dark. 

When I was little, back when my mom was alive, we had nightlights all over the house. Not just in my bedroom and the bathroom. There were two in the upstairs hallway, one in every guest room, one in the kitchen, one in the dining room, one in the downstairs bathrooms, one in the living room, they were everywhere.

I asked her about it once. We were in the kitchen. I was sitting on the counter, feet dangling, wearing my Elmo pajamas and watching her cook. 

"Why are you scared of the dark, Mommy?" She'd been making pancakes, stirring up the batter. She spilled blueberries into the bowl and stirred and stirred.

"I'm not."

"Then why do we have a million nightlights?" She banged the spoon against the big ceramic bowl, the one with two maroon stripes around the rim. 

"That's so you don't get scared."

"I'm not scared," I said. "I like the dark."

"No, you don't."

She stared at me, her face hardening into something unrecognizable. She'd stirred the batter too much and broke all the blueberries apart.

 "The pancakes are blue," I told her. She looked at the bowl, frowning, and let go of the spoon.

"Oops!"

"It's okay. Blue is pretty." She smiled and patted my head affectionately. 

"Sakura honey, there are some things, you should be afraid of." Her eyes seemed distant as if she was reliving a memory.

"But mommy, what am I supposed to be scared of?" I questioned, curious as to what my mother was talking about. 

She looked startled at my question and bit her lip. 

"Come on Sakura, we should go get you dressed for the day."

"But what am I supposed to be scared of?" I asked persistently. 

"I'll tell you when you're older, K?" she said, trying to avoid talking about it. I nodded, despite my curiosity. I had decided to trust my mother, thinking that I was too little to know.

My mother never did tell me what I should be afraid of.

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I woke up feeling not at all refreshed, but still motivated enough to get up. I have to work today because it's a Saturday. I work Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. I work at a coffee shop near my school. I stretched my arms and headed to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed. There was mud caked in my hair, thanks to yesterday's time in the woods. I hopped into the shower (not literally xD). 

I washed my body and relished in the clean feeling I got after the dirt and mud were washed away. I exited the shower and blow dried my hair. When I looked in the mirror afterward, I suppressed a scream.

"HAHAHA! You literally look like a stick of cotton candy!" Inner snickered out.

"S-shut up!"

My hair was all puffy and did look like cotton candy. It doesn't help that my skin's really pale so I look like the stick that usually holds cotton candy. I grumble curses under my breath and tame my wacky hair. I decide on a high ponytail. I get my clothes for the day, which consist of a Fairy Tail shirt (Where my Fairy tail peeps at!??), a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. Luckily, my boss didn't care what we wore to work. Honestly, he probably wouldn't care if I shot a customer dead, as long as I still picked up his doughnuts.  I grabbed my black hoodie and headed out.

Once I arrived at the coffee shop, I said hello to my friend Temari, who was super cool. She didn't take crap from anyone and was super confident. She was the closest thing I had to a real (girl) best friend. 

(Time skip) The day was so far uneventful. I didn't even look up when the door chimed open. I just grabbed my notepad and pen and walked over to the people in the corner of the room.

"Welcome to Carolines's Coffee, I'll be your server today, what can I get for you?" I say in an almost monotone voice. I was sick of being here and honestly didn't care if they thought I was rude.

"Is that any way to talk to a customer?" Did they really just go there? I furiously stabbed my pen through my notebook, still refusing to look up.

"Wow does she have anger issues." I bit my lip, a tick mark appearing on my head.

"And look at that forehead." That's it!

"So sorry, but I don't get paid enough to deal with your bullshit!" With that, I turned around and stormed towards the kitchen.

"Hey, princess! Is that any way to treat your friends?" I turned around sharply. I groaned internally. Of course, I'd run into them.

To be continued.........