LOVING A RICH

The Freaking Job

"Damn , Amber , there's no way of me being a dum nanny for the Malik's. I'm just eighteen and I like have to look after a set of proud heads? I'm not doing this for mysake" I spat the words out of disgust.

"But Re , there's no choice. You do know that I'm leaving today , and you'll have to live all alone. And oh! Infact , we do not receieve money rains over here too. So you'll have work for it ." Amber lectured , stretching my mouth a billion times for a billion yawns.

"I don't give a shit about it." I again , rudely spat. Was it in my talent list? Yeah yeah it is.

She seemed to have been pissed off , well, her external expressions said so. She slammed the door behind her and rushed to the hall. But it wasn't wrong , you know, what she just said a while a go.
I have to earn, or I'll be totally unstable. But what can an eighteen year old actually do? Dude I'm a teenager , shouldn't I be like dancing the heck off?

I jumped on to my bed , flipping the pillow over my face. I sighed deeply , finding it slightly difficult to breathe. No no I don't suffer from asthma , it's just the pillow diconneting the oxygen supply.

What should I be doing. I was made aware that my name had to be given before five or I'll loose my favourite job ( haha note the tone of sarcasm) and now it almost three pm.

Also the woman involved as the job maker told that there were two girls to look after. One is 10 and the other is , 16 to not be precise. They were the richest in Bradford and apparently the worst humans you've ever seen , heard or whatever.

It was the elder sister who was running the house , their parents had probably passed away in a car crash and oh , about the guy, oh , Zayd or something, I'm not really sure with that. He seemed to be the proudest and rudest of all. Well who really cares about it???

Being a nanny doesn't give expenditures to one's life. It's all being supplied by the person you're serving for , but , I donno , something was tangling my brains ( yep I've got two , any problem??).

I sighed , scratching my forehead. It's almost three fifteen and I've like not even took permission from myself. Damn it , that's me!!

Okay Re , you're gonna do the nanny job , take confidence into your heart or brain or kidney or whatever and accept the job. God , I'm like begging you , don't change my wheather like brain. It's quite unpredictable , my thoughts and feelings and really , what not?

Anyways I'll kinda be RICH after a few months. The sallary was substantial, totally. I was freaking out when I heard of how much it was.

Yep! Here we go. I'm doing this. Re, is in for rescue. But before being super woman , I better wash myself or I'll be super dead.

I tumbled out of the bed and rummaged into my cupboard to get out a short shirt and a denim. Hold on , I'M NOT BEAUTY CONSCIOUS. Yeah , so I ran into the washroom and washed my hair , dropped in the mint liquid soap and washed it off again.

I stepped outside , rubbing my feet on the carpet and drying my currently wat hair with a towel.

I wore my clothes and danced outta the room into the hall. Shit , my hair was dropping wet prints behind me.

I shuffled my hand through the refrigerator , to get out the cereal that I had prepared in the morning. I grabbed a spoon and settled on the table while eating. I heard the entrance door open with Amber barging in with a chilli face. I wonder as to what would have happened.

"He's insane , 200 percent sure , I know it well , or he wouldn't have banged on my bike with that stupid car of his and drove forward like nothing just happened" she shouted in anger , dropping the bags on the sofa and jumping over it.

"Amber , chill man. What's wrong? A man banged your life like bike? " I inquired.

"Yeah , note the mistake , hes not a man. Infact you could call it an alien."
She corrected.

I giggled slightly as I mixed the cereal.

"Is it damaged?" I asked.

"No , it's perfectly fine. Why do you think I'm in a good mood?" She spoke sarcastically.

I sighed.

"Its not a big problem dude. I'll stop it in a repair shop on my way to the job woman and bring it back home before you leave." I explained.

She spread this "bizzare" smile and crossed her arms.

"So your accepting the job, is it?" She started.

"Yeah , I kinda thought on it. It would be better if I worked there." I mumbled. I didn't want to get that thing into my mind. I practically didn't even want to think of it.

Half an hour later...

Oh God ! Riding Amber's bike is a hell of a thing. Maybe it's coz of the damage , but eh all my clothes are flying. Thank God the garage isn't that far , or I'll end up being a kite.

I parked the bike on the side and told the mender as to where it was damaged. But I would say , the bike is mentally ill, though it has this bright light blue colour in it.

Okay okay , now to catch a taxi to the woman of jobs. Yep, I unwantedly entitle people ,so excuse me pls..

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