Waking up in my dorm house, I packed a bag and throwing on a blue beach dress, taking out my nose ring and curling my hair I kicked the door open (locking it behind me) I needed to look nice to actually get a job, don't I? I was thinking of babysitting... I know, I know but seriously though, I love kids. After all, I had a little sister... But forget about that. I walked out on the street and turning right I proceeded to walk. Minutes later I stopped by the neighborhood I walked into before. Kneeling down to the pavement and swinging my back pack to the ground to, I opened it. Taking posters about babysitting (that I made previously) I started glueing them on lamp posts.
For some strange reason I just couldn't help and stop by the giant house I saw last time, I could slowly feel the papers slip through my fingers, but I ignoted that.
It was my dream, my dream to have a house, a family and just live I guess... I wanted to live my own life- I didn't want anyone stopping me and---
"Sweetie, you okay?" A woman hurried out of the house and towards me, she was wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse, high heels and makeup. She was pretty.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I answer, kneeling down to collect the posters.
"Here, let me help you," she chirped and bent down picking up the papers. "Are you a babysitter?" the woman gazed down at the poster.
"Yes, I'm trying to find a job, I'm new here," I explained as she nodded understanding my situation.
"Be expecting a call from me," the woman rejoiced, giving me the posters but keeping one.
Then, she headed for a black car...
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His name is Jack Finnegan Gilinsky
FanfictionShe was born like that, she never played with barbies, she would sit there and build houses out of Legos, she never wore girly skirts or dresses, she'd wear jeans and a hoodie or any T-Shirt... But her life wasn't like one of those cheesy stories wh...
