honestly shocked at the generosity these
wake up!" it was nine o'clock in
the morning, and I was waking Arianna up
to go to Bullinger Elementary. She
yawned, and got up to one of the
cardboard, unloaded boxes. "What are
you going to wear?" I asked her.
"My pink sun-dress", she
answered. I walked into my auburn colored
room, and threw on some jeans, and a
mature purple flow shirt that matched the
purple flower necklace that I tied around
my neck. I meandered to the mirror and
applied mascara to my thick eyelashes
that hovered over my hazel eyes. I
brushed out my long, chestnut
forget that I'm only sixteen, and I
go over the top with things. Like today,
I looked like I was in my twenties. But,
that was the goal. It was now 9:45, and I
decided to get Arianna to brush her
teeth. She was always against it, but I
had ways to make her do it. I told her
there was a tooth monster that ate the
teeth she didn't brush. She believed
me all the time, and ran to the
drive yet, seeing how I'm not old
enough, so we had to take the public bus.
Luckily, it only went around this town.
We boarded onto it, and sat on the left
side. I made Arianna sit by the window.
"Screech", went the tires as
the bus stopped in front of the school.
We got off, and walked towards the door.
I walked to the desk, and simply told
them about my papers and Arianna. It was
simple to enroll her, and I kissed her
goodbye. I said that I was twenty five,
and showed them my fake card. They had no
record of me there since we moved from
Lily-stone, which was on the other side
of the country. I took the next bus
to the Childcare of Bullinger town.
I'm Christine. I'd like to apply
for a job as a child-carer." I told
the woman. I signed my papers, just like
that. Then, all of a sudden, I saw the
most beautiful thing ever. "Hi,
I'm Kyle." he smirked. "Hi,
I'm Christine." I said.
"Are you looking for a job here?
It's got to be pretty tough.
There's about thirty applicants, and
two spots..." I started to blush
seeing how I probably wasn't going to
proceed to the next level of applicants.
Then, I told him about how I had a
six year-old. But I didn't
mention how it was my sister, or my
daughter. "You're pretty cute.
How old are you?" he asked.
"I'm... eighteen." hey, he
was cute. I wasn't going to make it
seem like I'm that old. "Oh
I'm 19 ha ha. Listen, if you really
need this job... I'm the manager
here. I can move you up on the applicant
list." he said. I couldn't stop
grinning. "Really? Thank you oh so
much!" I shook his hand, and ran out