Sorry that it's been a little while since I've posted (I promise I didn't mean to fall off schedule)! My life has been a bit busy with school and everything, so I haven't had much time at all to write. But without further ado, here's the next chapter. Hope you think it was worth the wait!
Luckily, for the first time in a while, Cathryn's night stayed boring and dreamless, allowing her to wake up fresh and awake. She sat up and shook her dark hair out of her eyes, glad to see a dull glimmer of light peeking in through her window. She didn't even need to yawn; she only stretched and took her time hopping out of bed.
She slipped on some loose-fitting jeans and a soft tank top with thick, baby blue straps. Her good night's rest gave her skin a gentle glow and she was surprised to find herself more awake than usual.
"It must be late," Cathryn mumbled, lifting up the blinds on her window and being met with the burning yellow glow of the sun. Quickly she dropped the blinds, her hands flying up to rub her blinded eyes. "Oh no." Cathryn usually woke up pretty early since Chance had a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn. She slipped out of her bedroom door to find him enthralled with the T.V., not causing any trouble.
With a relieved sigh, Cathryn made her way to the kitchen and found a handwritten note left by her mom, presumably.
Cat,
I couldn't bring myself to wake you up this morning. Leftovers from breakfast are in the fridge. Mrs. Fariweather will be by later to take Chancellor to Josh's birthday party. I'll be back late so make sure to get to bed around 9. Love you!
- Mom
Cathryn shook her head sadly as she read the note. Back late? Her mother was definitely working too hard. She opened the fridge door, determined to find a job to help out. Surely it wouldn't be too hard finding work hours that fit her schedule. Besides, they could always drop Chancellor off at a daycare center.
Majority of the leftovers living inside the fridge had been there for years, so Cathryn was hesitant to touch most of it. Her hand reached inside and creeped around, avoiding the container of month-old spaghetti and landing on a bag of pancakes. She pulled them out, making sure to check for mold, and set them down on the counter. Soon the fridge was closed and a stack of microwaved pancakes dripping with maple syrup and butter were layered on her plate. The cakes were thick but not very chewing, letting Cathryn go through quite a few before her jaw began to ache.
Eventually she finished and had to set her rinsed-off plate in their old dishwasher. The bag, before filled with pancakes but now only holding crumbs, was dropped into an almost overflowing trash can. Cathryn was thinking about joining Chancellor in the living room when she spotted her mom's laptop on the counter under the daily mail.
She didn't think anything of it until she remembered what her mom had been doing the previous night. Hey, if Mom and Markus could look for jobs online, then why couldn't Cathryn? She turned on the device gently, setting it up on the kitchen table. After signing in – twice, because the first time the password refused to work – Cathryn pulled up a job website she'd seen her mom using in the past.
She answered a couple of questions about her experience and where she would prefer the job's location was before clicking Enter and beginning the intimidating mission of searching through the available options. She scanned past most of them, looking for a more stable income. She didn't want to become a pet sitter, or any kind of sitter in general, and she wasn't very interested in going into the fast-food industry.
A couple of receptionist jobs were open, but they were looking for someone with a bit more experience and good people skills, one of which Cathryn was certain she didn't have. After over an hour she closed the laptop and returned it to the previous spot before angrily plopping down next to Chancellor on the couch. She let out a bored sigh, her eyes, when closed, still showing the hundreds of ads she'd gone through. Was she just too picky, or were there really no good jobs available?
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