After battling with your mental health due to family and social issues you overdose, seeing as that's the only way to escape it all.
After a few months In rehab you make a comeback. Your dad decided to send you to a sleep away boarding school.
Wha...
I just finished the grocery run, I earned like 200 dollars from that. Someone told me I was charging too much which was understandable so I dropped it down a bit but literally everyone in this neighborhood is rich so I didn't think it was that much of a big deal.
I stopped my motorcycle and posted up to the front of the house.
Wow! That is a huge house.
The job description said only the married couple, their three daughters, and the wife's mom lived here. But aye, get it I guess.
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(It's not actually this dark outside).
I gripped my book bag tightly. I was planning on changing since it's hot and I'm gonna be working outside for a while. Plus I didn't have any other reason to bring it, the family already had the equipment.
I knocked on the door then backed up a little, waiting for someone to answer.
It was long until a older woman opened the door and greeted me with a big smile.
"You must be the new grounds keeper. I'm Andrea Hamiliton." She said sweetly extending her arm for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N Jackson." I said shaking her hand firmly.
"I swear I've heard that name before. Have I seen you before?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"I don't think so. But you also seem quite familiar." I said looking just as confused as she was.
"Maybe my husband knows. Come in, come in!" She said opening the door for me and motioning me to walk in.
I nodded my head as I thank you as I examined the inside of the house. It was just as beautiful as the outside and looked a whole lot more bigger.
"HONEY! THE GROUNDS KEEPER IS HERE!" Mrs. Hamiliton yelled suddenly, causing me to jump.
"JEEZ WOMAN! RELAX WIT THE YELLING!" I heard a deeper voice yell from the top of the stairs. I tried my best to stiffle a laugh.
"You're right on time. Starting off great al- Oh my gosh. Is that who I think it is?!" A man in a polo short and cargo pants yelled in excitement as he ran down the stairs.
"Y/N Jackson! Long time, no see! How have you been? Still the strong young lady I remember." Mr. Hamiliton asked, getting a grip of my biceps.
That familiar style, Mrs. Hamiliton's smile, the smell of lavender and apple pie around the house...
Oh shit!
THIS IS NORMANI'S HOUSE!!
I'M SUCH AN IDIOT! HOW DIDN'T I REALIZE! I SHOULD'VE KNEW FROM THE NAMES!
