The Punk's Princess

One

Bosco was never one to just give up. She always told herself she'd never know what could've happened if she gave up. She always held on to hope that something good would come out of everything if she just kept trying.

But at this point, she was getting fed up.

Bosco pushed open the door to her shared apartment, dropping her bag and letting out a sigh she had been holding in. She tossed her keys to the side as she walked into the living room, dropping herself face first into a chair and groaning.

"Long day?" Her roommate asked from the couch, not looking up from the book she was flipping through.

"That's one way to put it." Bosco replied, voice muffled by the cushion of the chair. She forced herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes. "They fired me, Angie..."

Angie almost choked, looking up from her book now to face her friend. "Fired you? They just hired you last week-"

Bosco wrapped her arms around herself, taking a deep breath in an effort to keep her emotions from spilling. She had been hired as an assistant art teacher just last week and had been so excited for it. Until the school announced budget cuts and she found herself having to be let go.

"I know..." She mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. "Just when the students were actually starting to like me too..."

Angie sighed, standing up to go comfort her friend. She gently pulled her hair away from her face. "Have any of the other places you've applied to called you?"

Bosco shook her head sadly, looking down at her hands. "No, and I highly doubt they will. I want to curl up in a ball and give up. Just lay in bed for a couple months. Maybe years."

"Now that doesn't sound like my usual Bosco." Angie gave her a playful nudge. "You can't just give up now. Maybe that job just wasn't the right one for you."

Bosco shrugged. Giving up sounded real good right now. "At this point, I don't think any are."

Angie was silent, trying to think of a way she could help her friend. She looked over all of the canvases and framed artwork that decorated their apartment walls before smiling when she got the perfect idea. "How about I display some of your art around the record store?" She asked. "I'm sure my boss would let me. That way we can advertise your art to all the locals."

Bosco just sighed in response. "Yeah, I guess that can work for now..." She said quietly. "Thanks..."

"Anything for you." Angie ruffled her hair, frowning when that didn't get a smile out of her. "Do you wanna work on some new stuff I can take or should we use some completed work?"

Bosco hesitated before pulling herself up out of the chair she had been determined to stay in for at least a couple hours. "I can work on some new stuff..." She grabbed her bag and headed to her room.

Even when she felt more defeated than ever, there was still one thing that kept her inspiration flowing. Music. More specifically, the music by her favorite band.

Get Dusted was extremely popular, but living in such a small town meant Bosco never had gotten to see them in concert. If she wanted to do that, she'd either have to drive really far or fly to whatever city they were playing in. And the money for that plus concert tickets was an amount of money Bosco could only dream of. Especially right now when she had just been fired from a job she had had for less than a week.

But at least she had their music. She grabbed a blank canvas from the corner of her room, sitting it on her easel before grabbing her phone. Today was the kind of day for their more emotional songs, and that's exactly what she put on to use for her inspiration.