-Hey guys- this story is the first one I'm doing in english. I know my english sucks, but since nobody actually wanted to beta read it, I decided to upload it anyway. If there are any big spelling mistakes, then please excuse me.
I know the first chap ain't that big, but if I'm going to continue with the story the next chapters are going to be bigger. It depends on your reviews! So ;) have fun reading and it would be awesome if you could leave a little note.-
Gillian Foster had always been someone you could talk to. It didn't matter if she was not feeling good, if she was angry or something like that… she was invariably there for you if you needed her. However, there were days she also could use some help. Today was such a day!
It was quite late and Gillian was still sitting in her office. She didn't want to go home,or stay here. Her eyes were fixated on the phone, and she hoped that someone would call her. However, she knew that the phone wouldn't ring; at least not today. Somehow that fact was disappointing her, and she felt like nobody was interested in her. Actually that didn't surprise her at all. She couldn't even say why. After another minute had passed Gillian took the phone and dialed a number; Lightman's number to be exact. After a few rings on the phone Gillian was just going to hang up the phone when she heard Cal's voice. She took the earphone again, and waited a moment then responded, "Hey, its Gil… I'm sorry for bothering you…"
"You aren't bothering me, darling. What's up?" replied Cal.
She hesitated again since she wasn't sure if she should talk with Cal about her feelings. Though she would feel so much better, she decided to lie at him, even when she knew that he would cognize her lie.
"Just wanted to say good night. We didn't catch up each other earlier. Remember?" Cal knew that there was something else but he also didn't want to push her. He thought a moment about asking her anyway but then decided to not do so.
"I see. So, have a good night, Gil and we're going to see each other tomorrow." As Cal said this a sad smile flew over Gillian's face.
"Rightso good night see you tomorrow," replied Gil. Cal waited a moment if Gil would tell him why she actually had called him, but all she did was hung up. He sighed and then went to bed.
Gillian was still sitting in her office. She sighed as she looked out of the window and wondered if she should have stayed the night over here, but then thought that this wasn't such a good idea. She stood up and took her coat, and went out of her office to go to her apartment.
Meanwhile during that evening a girl named Jenesse was sitting at her bed, crying. She had just seena person she had known well being killed. She couldn't understand why her friend had been killed! She didn't even want to understand; which was quite normal. The thing she wanted to understand was why her life was such a mess? Her parents had been killed five years ago; which caused her to live inan Children's Home. Apart from this she had an illness that made it hard for her to walk. Most of the time she needed a wheelchair to move around.