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I think I read a fiction somewhere similar to this and got the idea from there. I've twisted my story a lot, so it doesn't count as plagiarism. Plus it was in a different show/movie, and I can't be expected to come up with my own ideas without a little inspiration from all you other cool writers. So read on reviewers, and don't flame me!
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- To Do Well -
Chapter 1
Steer Clear Of Dr. House
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I stood in front of the mirror, neatening my chestnut brown hair hurriedly. I tried to smooth down a few assorted curls sticking out of my tied up hair. I absolutely hated having my hair tied up, it felt wrong. Like it was bound and restrained when it was meant to be free, it felt good to have the natural silky curls brush against my shoulder blades. I sighed, my green eyes flickering over my face; I could see my cheekbones slightly from my eating habits. I pinched my cheeks to try return some pink colour then grabbed my bag and keys as I approached the rickety front door.
I jabbed the key into the hole quickly, hearing a few rusty clicks as the door opened. Then I paused; turning around as I heard a brush of small feet and a quiet breath. I knew those sounds from anywhere; those were the sounds I heard every morning. Even If I only squeaked open the bathroom door or opened the fridge, he could hear it. He could always hear it, I smiled at that thought.
Brian was standing a few meters behind me in the doorway. I loathed the walls in my rented house; the cream paint had almost entirely peeled away, leaving a crumbling wooden structure that didn't look particularly elegant at all. The whole house was falling apart anyway, but it was all I could afford. I didn't have a job anymore. I had been fired for back chatting the boss, so now here I was trying out for another one. So I could give my only son a childhood. He was still in his pajamas and his eyes were screwed up as he tried to focus on me tiredly. In one arm he was clinging to a bright green stuffed alligator…His only toy. He looked at me innocently with his jade eyes, almost identical to mine
"Are you going to get a job?" He said quietly. I stared at him sympathetically, letting go of the key as I left it in the lock. I looked into his eyes, staring at me hopefully
I knelt down in front of him, and gently grabbed his tiny hand. I eyed him sternly and he looked at me expectantly. With my over hand I ruffled his hair a bit, trying to make it look neater, just like I did to my own.
"I don't want you to get your hopes up too high" I told him seriously. "I might not get the job"
"Why not?" He said slightly put out, "Why wouldn't they give you a job?"
"Because maybe I'm not a good enough worker…Maybe she thinks I could be in experienced…Maybe she thinks I have a bad history. I'm sorry Brian but I can't be definitive right now. Everything depends on the generosity of Dr. Cuddy" I said finishing that last sentence very slowly as I worried myself.
"That's a funny name" He said smiling gently.
I gave him a "How-very-inappropriate" glance and smirked sarcastically. It was time for a well placed distraction. I was very good at that; all it took was a TV show, something colourful…or food.
"I got you some Fruit Loops yesterday-" I said innocently, and was cut off immediately by his excited squeals.
"-Really!" He exclaimed in delight. His eyes lit up with ecstatic desire. It worked
"Yep, they're in the bottom cupboard." I stood up as he ran along to grab some milk from the fridge, completely ignoring me now his attention was on his sugar hype. "I'll see you in a couple of hours"
"Yes Mum!" He said brightly. I grinned at his enthusiasm; I could always rely on my one child to make me happy. I watched him pour the cereal for a minute, standing on his tippy toes as he tried to see the cooking top.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and flattened down my top slightly. I went to open the door, stepping out quietly as Brian waved goodbye.
"Oh Yeah-" I said on a final note "-Put the bowl away when you're done"
I closed the door quietly at the words "Yessssss Mum"
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I got into my not-so-great car and started it, listening to the rough roar of an exhaust pipe. I reached over slowly and placed my bag on the chair next to me. I rolled down the window and hung my head tiredly.
I was so anxious I couldn't function. I placed my hands on the wheel and stared at myself in the rear view mirror.
I looked like a wreck.
But I knew I had to this, for Brian at least. He was such a strong boy, just like his mother. I couldn't believe his father would just abandon us both without even knowing if he was a girl or a boy. He didn't even know who he was, I couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to set eyes on his own offspring and hold it in his arms. I narrowed my eyes at the thought and sighed for the second time that morning.
But now I could maybe move into a different rental home, buy Brian some warmer clothes and better food. Even some toys.
But never once had he ever complained to me, even when his friends came over rarely and criticized how his roof had holes in it. He was such a lovely child, but I wanted him to have better. I didn't want him to have to feel shunned by his friends and be cold at night…
That's why I had to get a job as a cleaner and Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, swallow my pride and continue to go on. For him
I started the car, determined to do well for my son.
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"Hmm…" Cuddy said absorbed in thought as she flicked through my resume, her long scarlet nails making an unpleasant scratching noise. I smelt a musky perfume on her and eyed the darkish brown tint of lipstick on her lips. The area around her eyes was extremely dark and pretty, I envied her eyelashes. Her eyes read each page seemingly quick, taking in every note from my previous bosses and jobs. I hoped her impressions on me were good ones
"Everything here seems to be adequate" She said with a friendly smile. I tried to smile back, but the nervousness made me think it looked false. I was standing in front of her mahogany desk, bookshelves on either wall beside me. A maroon sofa was in the furthest corner from me, accompanied by a coffee table and some magazines. Outside behind the glass doors I could tell it was really busy, but I couldn't hear a word in here. Alone…with her. I gripped the bag tightly in front of me, I begged myself not to say something stupid. She placed the files down on her desk and then laced her fingers together on her lap, leaning back slightly.
"We're a bit short on cleaners so I'm quite willing to accept your application-" She said as she surveyed the files "-Miss Hunter"
"Call me Katrina" I said trying to seem polite, I gripped my bag tighter. I think she saw the inevitable anxious look etched in my face. I couldn't really conceal it; It was too ominous to hold down. She smirked slightly
"Don't seem so tense" She said with a laugh, "You have the job. Are you willing to work from about… 10.30 am until about 6?"
"Yeah that's great" I said with a sigh of relief. "I'll take as many hours as I can get…I need it" I added quietly. I reflected on Brian, I tried to remain calm and keep posture. Look sophisticated
"Single mum huh?" Cuddy said sympathetically. "Well I hope you have a great time at PPTH"
"Thank you so much" I said with a grin as I reached over and shook her hand. She had a firm grip; she seemed like a sophisticated woman. I took a small liking to her; she was one of the few headstrong women I knew. I wondered what school she had gone to, how she had been brought up. Wondered if maybe I had taken a few different turns I could have been successful like her. I felt regret
"You can start work tomorrow" She told me as I turned to take my leave. I walked across the room with a triumphant smirk. I opened the glass door but suddenly her voice interrupted me one last time –
"-Wait!" She said quickly as she leant forward on her chair. I whipped my head around to her as her expression darkened slightly. I thought I was in trouble for a few moments, but regained my fixture.
"Just…Steer Clear of Dr. House…Okay?"
"Sure…I guess?" I said uncertainly, I looked at her very oddly as if waiting for a sensible explanation. She looked as if she were about to try but then stopped, closing her eyes momentarily then opening them in exasperation.
"You'll understand soon"
I walked through the clinic silently, barely hearing the jargon of words everyone was saying to each other. I looked at the modern style of the place, the nice tiles on the floor and the peach orange walls. I stepped out into the parking lot, my painful heels clicking on the concrete. The sky looked bright today, a lot brighter
Suddenly a motorbike caught my attention. It was parked in the disabled parking spot; it was orange and black and looked stylishly elegant. I stared at it momentarily before muttering "Nice…" and getting into my car. Slamming the door so no one could hear me whoop
I sat and breathed a big sigh of relief for a few moments, almost laughing to myself at the ominous relief I had. Now I could afford for Brian to live properly again, It was I had been carrying a ton of lead, then have it turned into a pillow. I breathed out slowly again, trying to keep my heart rate normal.
Brian's gonna be so happy. I can finally afford to get him Fruit Loops every week
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