Nothing is going right for Brooke, in fact, just about everything is going wrong.
So, she decides to live life like her perfect sister, Barbie. The obvious solution to her problems.
But is that really why things are getting better? Or is her new fri...
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With Harry being understandably reluctant to chip in on the rent, it's up to me to find the money. That's the adventure for today.
After the altercation with my ex-family, I was really fucking smart. I knew my father would finish dinner and have his evening cigar and espresso before dealing with my money. I had time. Best case scenario, I had until the next morning.
So, I went to the bank and opened a new account in my name. I then closed my old account myself, but not before sending as much money as I could to myself off my credit card and getting what was on my old debit card given to me in cash.
Take notes, ladies.
But this wouldn't last forever, and I planned to put most of it in savings. Therefore, I found a job at my local café but it doesn't pay much. Also, I can only work on weekends. I'm sure I could find a gig in the evenings so I could maximise my utility without ditching classes.
"What about a restaurant? You're a good waitress and you'd only work evenings," My friend, Tyra tells me. She's a bit older than me at 29 but we get on really well. It's the beauty of part-time, especially on the weekend; you're all there to earn a bit of cash outside of school or your regular 9 to 5.
"I thought about that," I tell her. "But you have to get there super early before the dinner shift and I have to set some time aside to study in the evenings or else I'll fall behind once term starts again." I have to think about this practically. Waitressing wouldn't pay me enough anyway to make up the rent.
"Hmm, this is getting difficult for you," she says as she continues cleaning the coffee machine. "What about the pub?"
"In theory, it could work. But somehow I don't think pulling pints is going to make a big enough dent in my bills." I sigh loudly. The pool of possible jobs is fast shrinking and I've almost given up.
However, my mind drifts to a useful thought, for once.
"What about a bar? Or a nightclub?" I ask Tyra. "Think about it. I wouldn't have to be there until late, people tip really well and they'd pay more anyway."
"That's clever!" She exclaims loudly. A few people in the café turn to look at us but turn away soon after. "That would mean a lot of late nights though, you do have to wake up afterwards, right?"
"Oh, relax," I tell her. "It's not like I'm gonna be drinking on the clock. Plus, I've always been a night-owl so I didn't take any morning classes. This is genius!"
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I didn't realise how many bars were scarily pub-like and sticky. I also didn't realise how fucking loud nightclubs are when you're not drunk and looking for a good time. There is no way I could work five nights a week in one of those.
