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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
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"So your telling me, first you only bought a gym bag and a few Nike hoodies and what not, not using my money and you've also landed yourself a freakin job?" Uncle asks me and I nod meekly.
"You gotta do what you gotta do." I say to him and he smiles.
"You either also have mad persuasion skills, or you're really used to this stuff." He tells me. I shake my head and say "It's the latter."
"Wait, Ron used to make you work?" He asks and I let out an exhausted sigh, then grin. I really did make good use of my time. Oh and I made great friends. I really should have said goodbye to them. I grin because whatever I do, I do it with all my heart. I like doing whole spectrum of stuff, and I dislike only a few things. That's because I find the fun in everything we do. For example, I had to work in a Pizza Place for a week whilst the other cafe I was originally working at closed for a week; for refurbishments. Me and this girl called Lizzie would always run to grab the tips, splitting our tip earnings at the end of the shift fairly. Ahhhh, good days.
"Yup. 7 days a week." I say to him, smiling. The funny thing was, although sometimes I was exhausted to the core, I loved working. In a way, I guess I was happy that Ron was a good for nothing, that I didn't have a parent or both to look after me, or that I never let Cody do any work. In all honesty, I guess I'm grateful for the experience I've gotten.
Maybe Ron being good for nothing was just a test. A test to see how long I would really last, how long I could juggle everything in my life, and ultimately, how I'd cope. Maybe everything that happened, was supposed to happen. And with good cause, because I'd like to say I just had shot at what could happen in the future. And, at least my efforts weren't futile.
"Your a good kid, Alex." Uncle tells me. "What does Ron do anyways? He's your legal guardian ..." he asks and I shake my head once again.
"Ron, is a freakin idiot. He gets a job, then his alcoholic ways interfere and the managers give him the boot. When we left him, the landlord had given us a notice to move out in a month and he was just given another boot. He has quite the reputation, as to why people won't hire him."
"So you used to work?" He asked me and I nod. "Pretty much. So did Cody, but I believe he only had one job."
"Alexis, you gotta take a break." He told me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I shake his hand off my shoulders, I don't need sympathy.I do need a break. It's not that I don't want it, boy, I do... But it's just that I can't.
"I appreciate it, I really do. But Uncle, I can't. I have to work. If I don't, Oh God, I don't even want to imagine it. Your not gonna be providing for me for the whole of my life. I gotta take initiative and do it myself. It's not even bad having to work. At least I'm spending my time productively. All for my future self. Besides, I'm living, it's all good." I smile at him to make my statement a bit more believable and he shakes his head.
