Untypical

Part III

      I open the door and see the lights are still on and everything is exactly how I left it, untouched. The tv was still on though what I was watching is over. I turn off the tv and head to my room. I go into my closet and get out my money bucket. I pull all the money out that I have and count it. $110. I have to buy school supplies so I grab that money, put it in one of my purses, and head out. Since Dollar General is right down the street, I decide to walk there because what other option do I have. I grab my phone, shove it into my back pocket, and walk out the front door, grabbing the keys and locking the door behind me.
       When I get to DG, I pull my supply list on my phone. I start walking down the aisles. I grab two packages of wooden pencils, a box of colored pencils,  some pencil top erasers, some pens, seven folders, two composition notebooks, a binder, and a pencil case. Oh and almost forgot, three packages of college ruled paper and a calculator. I walk over to the register. "That'll be $110." Perfect. Just enough money. I grab my sacks and head home.

      When I get home I realize I forgot a backpack so I went over to my closet and found the nicest one I could find. It's plain black and in pretty good shape so I start putting all my stuff in there after writing my name on all of it. "I can't believe it," I do a little dance, "I got my school supplies all by myself with my own money!" I don't know I was so excited about this, for it's no big deal, but there's just something about doing important things by yourself that gives you a feeling of satisfaction. But, now I have to figure out where I can get money for food, clothes, the bills, etc. Maybe I could get a weekend job that pays well enough to support me. After all, I have school during the week and I can't miss it for work. I'm a good student who hardly ever misses school and I make straight A's. I can't just drop out of school to get a job. I mean, I can, but this me you're talking about. Katherine Crawford. And, last time I checked, I am NOT a juvenile delinquent.

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I go by to my neighbors houses, asking for work. I found two jobs, that pay $15 each for mowing their lawns. I realize that I need to start immediately so I can have enough money by the end of the month to pay the bills. They shouldn't be too high because there's only one person living in my house but I will also need groceries, school stuff, etc. so, yah.

     I hop in the shower after setting my 30$ on the cabinet. They said that I can weed eat too, for an additional $20. But right now, since it's so hot, I need to hydrate and cool off. You may be thinking that a shower is not the way to do it but I'm so covered in grass I kinda have no choice. I'm a working girl now so I don't have time for leisure until I get all my stuff done.
    Because I don't have to make full-on meals right now, I can have some extra time to do what I want. I still have to clean the house, do my laundry, clean my room, etc. Eventually I'll have to pack my dad's stuff. I've decided that I'll probably put it in the attic, not sell it. I want to keep his stuff, even his clothes- as weird as that sounds. They still smell him, that scent of really strong clone that always got compliments (for some odd reason).
    I go back over to my neighbor's house to weed eat. I can use the money. Three weeks in a month, thirty dollars a week equals $90. That's sure as heck not going to be enough. I'll be lucky is that buys me groceries. So with the additional $40, that would equal $70. Times three weeks makes it $210 a month. I could also possibly get a job after school and work for a couple of hours. And then maybe, no one would know I lived by myself. Also, I'm very good at foraging my dad's signature and his wallet is in a little ziplock baggie on the table. I work it out in my head. Yep, I'm set.