It was another morning where I had to get up to make money. Mr. French wasn't making enough money to pay the rent, poor father. He hated to ask me for money, but I lived here with him so I didn't see a problem giving him money for my living costs. He worked full time with his business, and I had two jobs. Part time at the supermarket and at the library. Monday, today's shift at the supermarket as from seven to twelve.

Rolled over onto my side to glance at the clock, it was only six in the morning. Surely, but slowly I forced myself out of the bed and changed into a cute yellow sundress that was V-cut and went down to my knees. My hair was a mess! Just look at it! What am I going to do with it? I tossed it into a messy bun, and then slipped on my black flats. There I was ready for the day, but first I would have breakfast with my father. My flats made a slight echoed down the hall as I was making my way to the kitchen. The scent of waffles hit my nose, causing my mouth to water since it was my favorite breakfast. Once I reached the kitchen, there was the table being set by papa. Two plates of waffles along with a glass of orange juice. Took my seat in front of my breakfast smiling from ear to ear.

"Morning, Isabelle."
"Good morning, papa."

Isabelle was my full name, but I would rather just be called, Belle. It was short and cute.

We ate our breakfast in silence, which was reasonable. Monday normally wasn't someone favorite day of the week, but it was the first of the month so our rent was due. Papa always stressed out, worrying about the rent if we had the money or not. Placed my plate into the sink telling Papa that I would do the dishes tonight after work. Then was off to work at the supermarket. Didn't have a car since I didn't have money for one so I walked. Beside walking kept me fit and it was a way to clear my mind. My mind wandered off to another place, somewhere in a magical land to a place I read in a book before. In my free time which wasn't often I read. It made me glad that I had a part time job at the library for in Storybrooke. Before realizing it I was walking into the supermarket getting ready for work. First thing was first...moping the aisles. It was a very slow day, barely anyone came in today. Maybe one or two people came for milk or bread, but that was it!

Once lunchtime came around I told my boss that I was leaving. So now off to Granny for an hour, lunch and reading time. Granny's was busy as normal! Poor Ruby was running about back and forth all the time. I could have swore I didn't see her stop for more than a moment. If I had more to tip her I would! But instead I quietly ate my chicken salad and would sip my tea every now and then. Finished my salad and stared at the pages of my books getting lost. The world of The Notebook was very interesting. Wow...and of course romance. Some parts were embarrassing 'sex', something I was never a part of, and didn't plan of being a part of for awhile. A hand appeared on my shoulder suddenly and it scared the living day lights out of me. I gasped loudly!

"Oh Belle sorry, didn't mean to startle you, but seem to be lost in that book. You're going to be late for your job." Ruby said, just being a caring friend.

"Oh my! Why thanks for reminding me!" I smiled at her and then paid, giving her a three dollar tips.

Then gathered my things together in my arms rushing out of the cafe hurrying off to work.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly I was on the floor looking up at Mr. Gold, the richest man in town. Oh boy... Not good bumping into him. He stared down at me and then helped me up.

"Watch out dearie." He warned.

I held my book close to my chest not realizing it was pressing against my breasts to tight it made them look busty.

"Sorry I didn't mean to...sir." I said kindly biting my lip.
"Have drink with me to make it up to me." He offered.

"No, can't I'm in a rush. Good bye Sir."

People stared at me no one ever said no to Mr. Gold. But I did!

Later that day I closed the library to head home. It was nearly seven o'clock, the sky started to turn orange from the sun setting. It was very pretty! I had a nice view to walk home too. Once I got home Papa was already there cooking dinner. Odd... He smiled at me and said. "Would you like some pasta, Isabelle?"

"Why yes, Papa." I sat my belongings on the dinner table.

Strolled over to the sink to do the dishes like I promised this morning. The hot water turn my hands red as I washed the dishes by hand. Papa was whistling. He sure was in a good mood today, wonder why.

"How was your day, Papa?" I asked.

"Wonderful! Mr. Gold didn't come today for rent...something must be on his mind." He replied with a smile as he stirred the boiling pot with noodles in it.

"That's odd." I replied to him.

Short after I washed dishes the food was done. Papa wasn't the best cook around but it wasn't to bad. As we ate quietly I wondered what as gotten into Mr. Gold for not stopping by for rent.