A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN......... [On Hold]

»»PROLOGUE««

Wake up, check. Shower, check. Breath, dress up, breakfast, get in car. Check, check, check and check.
Breathe, check.
How hard is it to find a good, paying job?  It's not supposed to be this hard but it's all my stupid fault, I got myself banned from the library and the mall. I'm not going to go into details but certain people have a jail record while certain others had minor surgeries. I can do this. Before the end of today im getting a job. Determination is the key right?
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WRONG!
It's 6:00pm and I haven't gotten a job. I've tried every single place in this fucking city and still nothing. I might as well just kill myself.
Hahaha just kidding I would never do that. I'm supposed to start school by Monday and this is Saturday how the hell am I going to get a job!!!!?  Fuck it I'm going to bed I'll think something up by tomorrow.
I get dressed in my comfy PJs and hug my bed not even thirty seconds later I'm drifting.
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I wake up to the sounds of pots and pans and sigh. My siblings are probably home. I run downstairs not because I want to see their faces but because I'm starving. “ What's for breakfast Tracy?” I say sitting down on the counter.
“ Good morning to you too sleepy head” she says smiling. Her smile is usually contagious but not to me right now. I don't return her smile and I pick up three pancakes and put them on a plate I now have in my hands. I eat my pancakes without any syrup and drop my plate in the sink when I'm done.
“Bye. Good luck.” Tracy says
Joe my brother who hasn't said a word since pipes up before I have a chance to get through the door
“ If you're still job hunting might as well try babysitting for that new family, I think they're the Scott's or something that just moved in down the block.”
I bang the door and sigh. I thought he was going to say something reasonable for the first time since I knew him. He knows more than anybody else that I don't babysit. My tolerance problem won't permit me to do that. That is why unlike most people I don't have pets and friends not because I'm a loser like normal stereotypical high school mentality would make people to believe but because I would literally bitch slap a person faster than you can say 'hey' without a second thought.
I get in my car and take a leisurely drive to clear my mind. I can't believe I'm considering babysitting. Do I need the money that bad. I mean it's just college I can forfeit right? I think again.......
Do it for the money, do it for the money, you need the money. Even though I really don't. My parents can afford to buy a college for me and I'm bothering myself over savings. What the hell?!!!
In all honesty I'm just trying to make sure that there is more to me than my parents money or the name Quinn. Yes, yes, my parents are the famous Amanda and Samuel Quinn that took the fashion and sports industry by storm and in so doing abandoned their kids for strangers and have no idea if their kids are still alive and doing fine or not. Yup those Quinns. No hard feelings or anything.
I park my car in the front of the Scott residence. The house looks amazing. Amazing massive which means they're probably rolling in the dough which means I should earn like a thousand. I don't let my eyes linger on the house. I've seen better.
I knock on the door. If they have a door bell then I'm probably in for a treat.
“How may I help you miss?” a nasally old male voice says from in front of me. I bite back a you may not and instead smile sweetly at the man. Don't want any bad reviews or anything.
“ I'm looking for Mrs. Scott Incase they're looking to hire a babysitter for their kids I'd be more than willing to do the job.”
“ They're not looking to hire at all but if they change their mind eventually I'll let you know miss......?”
I think he wants to know my name.
“Quinn.” I say simply
I don't know what kind of power that name holds but apparently a lot.
A voice from behind the Butler who by his name tag I can tell goes by the name Jackson interrupts our conversation.
“ Did you just say Quinn? As in Amanda and Samuel Quinn?”
“ No ma'am.” I say trying to sound respectful but like I don't mean to be respectful “ As in Veronica Quinn.”
I can't even take a nice dose of oxygen without someone reminding me that my parents are fucking Amanda and Samuel Quinn. I'm fucking sick and tired of it. If I don't get this job then I can just go and cry to my daddy that nobody likes me so they don't want to hire me. My parents can't stand me so whenever I come to them to express any sort of discomfort they try to pacify me with money. Real fucking classy Quinn.
Apparently the lady doesn't seem fazed by this reply as far as she gets the piece of information she wants.
“ But tell me are you in any way related to THE AMANDA AND SAMUEL QUINN?”
Why not the name be put to good use for once in my life?
“ yes I'm their daughter. I consider myself my mom's daughter though,” I lean in like I'm confiding a secret “  I'm her favorite.” Lies. All lies. My mom can barely stand being in the same state with me. Apparently she's allergic to my fashion sense.
The lady looks at me like I'm her Jesus. “ Come in dear.”
“ You are the answer to all my problems. I and my husband have been searching high and low for a babysitter for our Angel.” I'm guessing she was eavesdropping on I and Jackson's conversation. How rude!
“ Take a seat dear. I hope you are aware that you have to go through a little interview first?”
I doubt she would turn me down as long as the name Quinn is involved. She'd literally hire me even if I turned out to be a serial killer as long as I know THE QUINNS from the looks of things.
Round of applause for my parents people. Even in their absence I still can't go by without being reminded that I'm unfortunately theirs'. At least this time they're being useful to me.
  I take a seat and a deep breath looking around if I can find any pics of the dirt ball I'm apparently going to be babysitting but instead I see a boy that looks old enough to be my age.
What the actual fuck.
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Be brutally honest. I'm starting over soooooo........ I know it's not that good but it'll get better, I promise
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#kisses