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Chapter 8 part 1

Chapter 8

Scarlet Brooklyn Grace

The next day left the house early, even before my mum. It's safe to say that I didn't sleep at all after my jog.

I was ignoring Jenny's order and was out hunting for jobs, or simply trying to think of something I was capable of doing. Waitressing? Walking dogs? I would make an awful secretary. No way was I cleaning. I'd just leave the place looking worse. I couldn't fix anything if my life depended on it, everything I touch, or even approach, seems to fall apart. 

Who could help me out? I wasn't a people person. I seemed to scare everyone. Well, every human that is. I could deliver things if I didn't have such a high tendancy to get lost. Stacking shelves in some shop? I could do that. So so far I've come up with waitressing and stacking shelves, though the waitressing is probably out because I'd scare off all the customers. So stacking shelves.

Ugh, how about something more exciting than that? Admittedly I have a need for danger. Maybe I could teach something…? Nope, scare off all the students. Unless maybe if it were a martial arts I was teaching, but I don't really know any of those.

Fine, I'll go find Gin. Maybe he can come up with something, I mean, what are friends for? I didn't intend of walking all the way there, so I broke into an easy jog. It took me a while, but eventually I found Gin's place and knocked. A middle aged woman opened the door and raised her eye-brow at me.

"What is a beautiful, young girl such as yourself, doing out and about, looking like a whirl-wind, knocking on my door at this time of the day?"

I winced, but asked, "Is Gin home?"

"Gin? Yeah, he should be home. Hang on," and the woman turned around and hollered for Gin, who came jogging over in nothing but his boxers.

When he saw me he frowned, and said, "It's okay, Mum. Go back to bed. Brook, you wanna come in?"

I nodded and walked into the house. I looked at the floor, and when I sensed that the woman was gone, I let myself slump to the ground.

Gin sat down next to me and asked, "Care to tell me why you're hear at this ungodly hour of the morning?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and said, "Jenny was fired."

Gin frowned and asked, "Who's Jenny?"

"My mother," I spat. I don't know why I was angry with her, but I was.

I could tell Gin was thinking, so I didn't say anything else. Finally he said, "What do you want me to do? You won't accept any money, knowing you. How else can I help?"

"Do you have any ideas? As in, something I could do to earn money?"

Gin looked at me, slightly amused, and said, "No."

I shot him a tired death-glare and said, "Please Gin. This isn't a joke. If I don't do anything, we'll starve."

"Fine, I get it. It's just, Brook, think about it. Most jobs involve being around people, and you seem to scare everyone."

I hugged my knees to my body. A surge of panic finally overcame me. If I didn't find something, or if Jenny didn't find anything, then Amelie wouldn't have enough food, clothes, stuff she needed. The situation was even more desperate than I thought. "What can I do Gin?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"We could go and wake up Alba and annoy her. I'm sure you'll feel better."

"Probably. But Gin, even if I get a job, and Jenny gets one too, I don't think things will work out. Riley needs a lot of food, Amelie is growing out of clothes like nobody's business and we'll all get sick if we keep on eating McDonnald's."

"Try Burger King, makes a change."

"Gin, I don't have time or energy to deal with those kind of jokes."

"Sorry," he apologised quickly and looked away. "Here, I'll make you something to eat and a hot chocolate and then we can talk. That way I'll be more awake at least."

"Um, no hot chocolate. Would a coffe be okay, I didn't sleep at all last night."

"Yeah, that'll be because it still is night," Gin joked and quickly fled to the kitchen before I could give my come-back.

"It's not my fault I have insomnia," I muttered to myself, then got off the floor and followed Gin to the kitchen.  I hoped he had some idea.

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A/N: I've just posted this without Alba's part of the story. AWPine hasn't written anything, or sent me anything, so I'll just post this half and the other half once I get it. Hopefully it will be soon. And unfortunatrely I can't continue writing untilI I know what AWPine has written, so this story has come to a kind of standstill.

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