Breanna Yde One Shots

I Get What I Want

This chapter will be long, but not that long. I gave up writing 10,000 words. 

Also: Which one shot should I do next? 

-Babysitting My Bully's Sister

-Caught up in the Mafia

-I've Changed

-You don't know Anything

This is for @xochild1 for the long chapter, and to @amynewton7 for the Treddy plot. 

Enjoy! :) 

Also: I will be giving christmas presents in the form of shoutouts! Message me if you want one. :D

Tomika

M(Mom): Tomika? Wake up, we're here.

T: Already? 

I look outside the window to see our new house. It was beautiful. 

T: Wow.

M: I know. It's amazing. Anyways, you can start unpacking, and then you have school tommorow.

T: Um.. I actually wanted to look for a job. So I can pay for some stuff on my own.

M: Oh! Yeah! Of course sweetie. You can go do that. I need to unpack, and then I have some work.

Of course. She always had to go to work. She thought that buying me a nice car and nice clothing would make up for the fact that she was barely in my life anymore. I get that she had to work to support us, but she never stopped working. She would work every day, even during the holidays and my birthday. 

T: Of course. Yeah. I'll just unpack later.

I head out to see if I can find a job. I don't want one that interferes too much with my schedule. Maybe a waitress, or a clerk, or at a coffee shop or something. I go to a coffee shop called "The Coffee House". 

?: Hello? Can I get you something?

T: Yeah, I was wondering if I could speak to the owner?

?: Sure, what do you want to speak to her about?

T: I wanted to see if I could work here?

?: Oh! I'll go get my boss.

?: Hello. I'm Summer's boss, Sabrina. Summer? 

S: Yes?

Sa: So, do you have any experience working?

T: Um.. no. This is my first time working.

Sa: Why should you be hired?

T: I don't know, I'm not gonna bullshit you saying how I can improve this place. I honestly just need to get out of the house.

Sa: Well... you're hired!

T: Wait... WHAT?! 

Sa: Well, you don't seem like those other girls who just come here to stare at guys and get their numbers, and you weren't bullshitting me, so why not?

T: Okay. When do I start?

Sa: Next Monday... are you going to school?

T: Yeah, it's called William something prep.

S: William B Travis Prepatory School? I go there!

T: Oh? I guess I'll see you tommorow?

S: Yeah!